
Enari has never made a choice between fight or flight, it is fight all the way, even when she is given to a race of warriors as their Warlord's prize.
A stranger to her own people, Enari has never felt that she had a place on Fennar. When the lottery destines her to be a bride of the Asku she makes her displeasure known, even though her battle against a security unit has a predictable ending. Wounded and bleeding, she doesn't consider herself a prime candidate for a mate, but the wife of the Overlord, and mother of Warlord Drion, has other ideas. Enari has all the characteristics of a prime female and as soon as the Warlord Drion returns from battle, he will claim his prize.
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Warlord's Prize
Darkest Star Saga One
By
Zenina Masters
Wendi Halstead, Enari Morningside, Ireen Wingard...
The lottery played her name over and over with the forty-nine other women summoned to the council hall for that very evening. If they thought she was going to meekly hand herself over to their overlords, they had another thing coming.
Enari Morningside was one of the most skilled seamstresses on Fennar, but her value as a living being was to be shunted aside on the off chance that one of the alien oppressors chose her as a companion for the night. The very idea infuriated her.
For ninety years, Fennar had tithed to those who overthrew their armies and government. This year, this new government had decided that the Asku battle armada did not really pose a threat, their forces were concentrated on the farthest ends of the solar system and they would not bother coming to claim the harvests of Fennar.
Her government was dead wrong.
When their battleships appeared in the skies, the population had gone mad with panic. The Asku had been calm as they destroyed two cities in punishment and from the capitol, Enari's home city of Marker, they demanded fifty female virgins of majority. It was a basic punishment, taking those who would otherwise have had a future on Fennar, but it was not pleasant for those few chosen.
When the lottery had been announced, any woman who panicked could be disqualified simply by walking into a tavern and hiking up her skirts on the table. Enari and many others had too much pride to engage in such a base dodge, but part of her wanted to run and hide when she thought of being fucked for the first time by a warrior of Asku.
Keeping herself calm as sunset approached was awkward, but unpicking her embroidery occupied hours and by the time her shop was lit only by the electric lamp, she was shaking uncontrollably.
She put the tools of her trade down and was doing inventory as she did every night when a knock sounded on her shop door.
The light outside on the street threw six men into sharp relief. The uniforms of the city guard of Marker were unmistakable. She had sewn them herself.
The knock sounded again and curling her fingers into fists, she approached the door. She opened it cautiously and said, "Yes?"
"Enari Morningside?"
She nodded at the older, nervous captain. "I am."
"You have been selected by lottery and are to be taken to the council hall."
"No." She exited her shop and locked the door. She didn't want any harm coming to the contents. Her assistant would be able to open up in the morning and all instructions were waiting for her on the desk.
Two of the guards grabbed her arms and that was the final straw on her brittle nerves. She moved with grace and stealth, her elbows shifting, feet connecting with shins, flipping the guards and driving her fist into the abdomen of the guard captain. When she managed to get two clubs, things took on a more desperate turn.
Bones cracked, men shouted and it could have been hours or seconds, but she felt a fist connect with her face, a boot with her ribs and then darkness came on her in a flurry of blows and pain.
The ride in the back of the van was uncomfortable mainly due to the booted feet pinning her hands to the floor.
Enari tasted blood. She felt a pulse at three points on her face and dozens of places on her body.
After they stopped, she was dragged by her arms from the van into the council hall. They checked her in as the last and only missing lottery female.
When Enari raised her head to look into the mayor's eyes, he cursed. "What the hell?"
"She resisted. She sent three of the guards to the hospital."
The mayor sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, they didn't specify the physical condition beyond virginity. You didn't rape her, did you?"
Her guards looked at each other with bruised and angry faces, not answering.
It took her two attempts, but she managed to get out, "So this is how your plan turned out? Well done. Glad I never voted for you, you bastard." She spit and a gob of blood marred his trousers. He raised his hand to strike her, but a shimmering gong sounded, announcing the new visitors.
The mayor jerked his head and the men dragged her to the side of the room where forty-nine other women in their best gowns waited. Two others were in shackles and it gave Enari a painful smile.
A cluster of women parted and surrounded her as the men dropped her to the floor. Enari winced as one of the women dabbed at the blood with a handkerchief dipped in water.
The woman with black hair and matching eyes winced in sympathy. "Sorry about the lemon in the water, but you look like shit. Nice shot at the mayor, by the way."
Enari chuckled. The woman helping her was wearing a set of metal restraints and it appeared that fighting for freedom was more common than she had first thought.
She lay still under the gentle ministrations, feeling the approaching footfalls of a large group of people. So, it seemed that fighting her fate had not allowed her to escape it after all.
Radiance Velu, wife of the Overlord of the Asku paused and cast her gaze over the women assembled. They were as she expected, plain for the most part, several too timid to even look beyond the floor.
"This is the offering that Fennar gives to beg forgiveness? You are short by two."
The mayor stared at her and his mouth opened and closed nervously.
At her side, her bodyguard lifted his scanner. There were two life forms on the floor.
Interested, she glided forward, her warriors keeping the tiny and feeble Fennar at bay. The crowd of women parted, though the few women in shackles hesitated before moving away from the warriors of Asku.
Radiance couldn't blame them. When she had first been taken by the Asku, their tattooed limbs and physical size had freaked her out. But now, fifty-five years after she had spent her first night in Doron's arms, she considered their outward appearance as a foil for their inner potential. With the right woman, an Asku man could be both man and warrior and she was here to find those women.
As the women parted, the two on the floor were exposed. One woman was giving medical assistance to the other. The other woman had been kicked to hell and back.
Radiance dismissed the dark-haired woman with a long look and assessed the creature on the ground. A brilliant dark blue eye gazed up out of the socket that wasn't swollen shut. A river of blood red hair cascaded in a puddle beneath her and her hands bore the marks of bare-knuckled fighting and booted feet.
"Who are you, child, that you would fight for your body with everything in you?" Radiance's voice was soft, but the women in the vicinity gasped. The vibrations in her tone tended to unsettle people who were not used to it. It was the second set of vocal chords that did the deed.
"I am a humble seamstress who wants to get back to work. My body is of no consequence. My pride is the thing I fought for. I wasn't coming here without a fight."
Radiance smiled. "So, now that you are here, you will not fight?"
The woman chuckled. "Who would want to screw a body like this? Even my bruises have bruises."
The mayor crept up next to her and a slight nod to her bodyguard let the man approach. "She fought her escort and put three of them in the hospital. They had no choice but to ensure her appearance."
Disgust at the weakness of the leader of these people curled her lip. "Vin, take her to my shuttle. As for the others, bring them to the warship."
The woman with the midnight hair moved to stop the warriors. "Where are you taking her?"
Vin looked down at her as she glared up at him and Radiance stifled a smile. Apparently, this female was very good at recovering from shock. She looked ready to strangle the huge warrior with those cuffs on her wrists.
"Take that one with us as well, Vin. She may be helpful."
The mayor was astonished. "You are taking them?"
"Of course. They will be distributed amongst the stars to worthy warriors. What, did you think we were setting up a brothel here?" Radiance read his thoughts as clearly as if he said them.
Vin was lifting the woman with the incredible hair. It was the only red hair in the entire room and Radiance had the idea that it was not a common colour here on Fennar.
With the seamstress groaning in his arms, he turned and hooked a finger into the chains confining the brunette. They left immediately without a look back. The brunette was too busy trying not to trip over her own feet as Vin hauled her along using only the one finger on her chains.
"Now, back to business. The rest of the ladies, if you please." Radiance waved for ten of her men to escort the females.
The slow egress of the women made the leaders a little uncomfortable. She looked to them and glared at each and every one of them. The hypnotic cadence of her voice washed over them. "Ninety years ago, your grandfathers agreed to tithe five percent of your harvests to the Asku in return for our continued protection. You decided that this year you would not pay and in return, we are taking ten percent of your harvests and fifty women. If you balk again next year when the retrieval ships come, it will be twenty percent and five hundred women. I am leaving you with that thought in your minds. Make a good decision."
She nodded to her bodyguards and they left the stunned and hypnotized leaders of Fennar, striding to her private shuttle where Vin waited with the two females.
He had already hooked the injured woman up to IVs and gave Radiance a serious look. "She has internal injuries. They kicked the hell out of her."
"Fabulous. Get us to the flagship as quickly as you can while giving her a smooth ride." Radiance stood near the battered woman's head and whispered, "What is your name, love?"
The hypnotic tone relaxed the woman's form enough for her to accept the help of the pain killers.
"Enari." The word came out as an exhale.
"A lovely name, Enari." Radiance looked at the other woman and smiled, "And what is your name, pet?"
"Ireen, Ireen Wingard. She's Enari Morningside. Who are you?"
Smiling, she smoothed the hair from Enari's bruised forehead. "I am the wife of the Great Overlord of the Asku and once, I was just like you."
"Freaked out and scared?" Ireen was biting her nails and her manacles were clanking.
Radiance nodded, "And taken from my home and given to an Asku warrior. I survived it and so will you."
"You, this happened to you?"
Ireen's waved hand took her in from head to toe and Radiance looked down at her elaborately beaded gown, the six pounds of jewellery and the heavy jewelled belt. "Well, it was a while ago, but I believe I remember how awkward meeting the Asku can be. They are a little creepy looking, aren't they?"
Vin and the bodyguards looked back over their shoulders and scowled at her. She waved brightly at them.
"Each tattoo is the mark of a battle, their family name and the names of their homes, wife and children."
"What about the freakish height?"
"That is a trait of the Asku warriors." Radiance shrugged and rocked as Vin left the atmosphere, heading for the flagship. The other shuttles were scattering throughout the collection fleet.
Enari opened her glowing blue eye. "So, I am just going to be handed over to a random warrior?"
Radiance smiled and stroked the hair the colour of blood that framed Enari's face, "Oh no, dearling. You are the woman I have selected for my son."
Enari woke from the strangest dream. Men with tattoos on every available inch of skin were hovering around her and prodding her from every angle. When she moved to sit up, the tubes in her arms and ribs tugged and she winced.
"Stay still, miss. You are still recovering. The wounds you suffered would have killed you." A man with a white wrapped sleeveless shirt, a clipboard and two arms loaded with markings was standing a few feet away.
"Ow and fucking ow."
"Language." He tsked and came over to check her pupils.
"How is it that my eye is open again? It usually takes close to a week."
He shrugged and made notes on his clipboard. "It has been close to a week. We left the tubes in to continue your drainage and to keep your lungs inflated. Do the city guards of Marker have steel-toed shoes?"
"It felt like it." She was naked under the sheet and the fading but still-purple bruises were speckled across her torso. "Ow."
He chuckled. "An understatement. I have seen apprentices lapse into comas with beatings like the one you took. No wonder you are destined for the palace."
She frowned and held one hand to her sheets while the other rubbed her forehead lightly. "I remember something about that. There was this woman and her voice was so soothing..."
"The Radiance. Yes, she has a talent that made her folk hunted throughout the stars. Doron was lucky that he was the one to catch her. She has not only provided him with seven children but has helped him secure the highest honour the Asku have."
Enari processed that before her eyes widened, "Seven?"
He misinterpreted her alarm. "Don't worry. Your biological processes have been halted until you marry."
She nodded as if she understood but asked, "What?"
"Your woman's cycle will not occur again until an Asku has taken you for a life mate. He will be given a manual release and during your first mating after that point, you will be able to get pregnant."
"Oh, goody. I can't wait. Oh wait, I can wait." She tried to boost herself off the bed, but the doctor pressed his hand to the centre of her chest.
"Don't make me tie you down."
She grumbled, but he started to withdraw the tubes from her, one by one. He sealed each one with a small instrument that burned slightly but left her with shiny, pink skin where the hole had been.
"Now, since you are in such a fabulous mood, you will be able to dress and disembark on your own feet when we land."
She swallowed and held the sheet tightly to her breasts. "We are landing?"
"Of course. The medical ship has remained in orbit because we didn't want to disturb you before we had to." He opened a cupboard and withdrew a folded pile of fabric. "I will leave you alone to get dressed."
She took the fabric from him and shook it out. It was plain, white and had a style that she remembered seeing in the clothing of the woman with the silver hair. The Radiance.
Raising her arms to squirm into the dress was the hardest part...until she tried to pull the gown into place. Her high-pitched squeak of pain didn't slow down her motions or stop her from dressing. The moment that she had the hem of the skirt down to her ankles, she gasped for air, the snug feel of the fabric against her ribs giving her a comforting squeeze.
There was probably a closure that she hadn't seen, but she was decently dressed now, even if it was rather drafty when she took a few tottering steps.
The doctor came back and took her by the arm. "Come along. We will be landing soon and you need to be the first person out of the ship."
"What?"
"You will walk alone from the ship to the palace and the medical staff within will take you immediately to palace medical."
"Why alone? I can barely stand on my feet."
He sighed and leaned down to whisper to her. "You are the primary sacrifice from your people. You have to be unsupported and to walk with your head high. If you keep your chin up, you will have higher status when you live inside the palace. Show weakness and you will end up scrubbing floors."
He touched her hair and unravelled the knot it was in. "Having your hair loose will also draw attention. Every eye and monitor in the palace will be on you. This is your moment, walk and be proud of your survival."
They had walked down a number of metal halls. Other males were standing nearby and watching with curiosity.
She reached up, despite the pain, and finger combed her hair as neatly as she could. As the ship dipped and swayed, she bent her knees and held her balance. Weakness was bad, pride was good. The stars knew that she had her full share of pride.
The moment that the ship stopped moving, the doctor placed her near the long section that was being lowered to the surface. Her knees shook, but the instant that the thud of contact with the ground reached her ears, she started walking.
Head high, shoulders back, torso aching and breath wheezing in her lungs, she walked onto the strange world and toward the huge stone edifice that loomed ahead of her.
Her feet registered the heat of the tarmac and then the softness of grass as she avoided the standard path to ensure her comfort.
What had seemed like a five-minute walk took forever, the great gates of the palace seemed to stretch back and away from every step she took.
Relief began to spill through her when she finally reached the doors. The hard-paved surface under her feet was far from soothing. Instead of a medical team, there was another path leading to another building. The sides of the street were lined with families standing silently, judging her performance.
Her feet burned and when a child spoke in the silence, "The lady is bleeding." Enari lifted her chin and kept walking.
She climbed the steps to the palace and walked inside, finding another walkway lined with folk waiting for her. She left her trail of blood behind, not for the pride of the Fennar, but for her own personal pride. Life had dealt her a turn and if she could make the best of it, she would.
The medical team waited in front of two huge doors.
As she approached, the doors swung open and the doctors followed her inside. She turned and watched the doors close on the faces who were watching her carefully.
The doctors grabbed her the moment that the door sealed and her legs gave way.
Radiance was there when she woke. "Hello, Enari."
"Radiance."
"Call me Nishka. Radiance is the Asku translation of my name." She smiled and straightened her gown. "Do you know where you are?"
"The Asku palace?"
"And that is all that you will know for now. You are in the old women's quarters from the days when the warlords kept their harems full."
Enari sat up and noted her feet wrapped and elevated. "How many women are here now?"
"Technically?"
When she nodded, Nishka continued. "Two. You and me. I am here because these are my rooms while Doron and I are apart and you are here because my son Drion is off waging war somewhere. He will be back in the next six months." Nishka smiled.
"Six months?"
"Or less. He can return tomorrow or in six months. We won't know until it happens." The grin was unmistakable.
Enari's relief must have shown on her face.
"Don't feel too relieved. The moment you are well, you will begin your training to be a very attentive companion. Your virginity will not be touched, but you will be taught what your body is capable of and you will learn etiquette, dance and deportment."
That seemed like a lot of homework just to be a whore. "What if I don't learn all that I need to know?"
"You will be considered unsuitable and offered to the Asku warriors. But don't worry. The programs available as well as the instructors will give you a full sexual education as well as everything else you need to know about the Asku. I have confidence in you. There was something that spoke of determination in your eye as you lay bleeding on the floor when we first met."
Enari frowned and tried to remember but drew a blank. "When does this training start?"
Nishka smiled. "It already has. Feel free to read everything in your personal data station. The bot will be here to take you to your rooms soon. Try and relax and send for me if you need anything."
"Thank you, you have been most kind." Enari wasn't sure if that was the right word, but it seemed to fit.
"Do not thank me. After your lessons begin, you might wish that we had let the internal bleeding kill you. It is a difficult thing to learn another species' traditions and you will be judged and punished for any defects in your absorption of the materials."
Enari's mouth went dry. "Punished?"
"Nothing painful, but it won't be comfortable. The Asku are very good at getting the responses that they want." Nishka brushed at her gown and turned to leave.
"Wait. How did you deal with this when you did it?"
Nishka smiled gently at her. "I trusted that he wouldn't hurt me and aside from that, I let the universe sort it out. In time and with luck, it did."
The woman disappeared without another word and a mechanical female came into the room in her place. The machine even wore a gown that flowed around her and accented the graceful motions of the hard silver metal.
"Greetings, Enari. I am Riveh. I will be your primary tutor and your attendant." The metal woman stood next to her and bowed low.
"Um, what are you?"
The face didn't move, but Enari could swear that there was a laugh in those silver eyes. "I am a trainer for the women of the Asku."
"Yes, but what are you?"
"Ah, I am a service bot. Now, since you cannot get up and out of bed yet, I will be introducing you to the traditions of the Asku as well as showing you your personal training implements."
"That sounds ominous."
Riveh made a mechanical snort. "If you do as I say, you will get through this just fine."
Enari noticed that for someone who was supposed to be a bot, there was a lot of animation in Riveh's voice.
Riveh went to the wall and pressed a panel. A box slid free of the wall and the bot returned to the bed. She opened the box and Enari stared at the contents in confusion. Long, short, fat, thin, some with flared handles, some without but all made of smooth plexi and designed in the same columnar shape.
"These are the tools for your sexual classes and for punishment."
Enari blushed and quickly jerked back the hand that was reaching out to touch the smooth surface of one of the objects. "Oh. Um, Fennar don't discuss sex."
"You do not have to discuss it. You simply have to learn about it. Fear creates panic and ignoring your own body creates confusion and a lack of awareness if there is a problem. This instruction is as much for your benefit as the mate you will find yourself with. He may appreciate your lack of fear, but you will enjoy having knowledge of the signals that your body produces. You will know when you are ready and be able to use that awareness to your advantage."
She swallowed heavily as she looked at the selection of items. "When does this class begin? I think I might be sick that day."
Riveh closed the case and returned it to the wall. "That is not an option. For now, we will begin with the history of the Asku and why you are here at all."
Enari perked up and sat up slightly.
"Genetic manipulation has always been considered dangerous, but the Asku took it to a new level. Their desire for warriors for defence of their world was so great that they were altered in their mothers' wombs and an entire generation was born stronger, longer lived, with no ability to sire daughters. Panicked, they turned to the stars and evaluated hundreds of races before they began to find compatible females.
"The populations refused to part with their females, so first, stealth and then aggression secured mates for the men." Riveh paused. "Several planets fought back and one eventually came upon a means to fight the Asku. They gave the women a fatal sexually transmitted disease and offered them to the warriors. The twenty women worked their way through two hundred men in a matter of weeks and by the time the medical staff had the women in isolation, it was too late. Three hundred men and women died months later after a painful and agonizing illness. A council was convened and the Asku society changed overnight.
"Determined monogamy took over where open relationships had existed. Only virgins who had been tested were allowed access to the Asku warriors and only those who had been confirmed healthy and disease free were sent to meet the men."
Enari lifted her hand to ask, "If the women are sent to meet the men, why am I here? Why am I not in with the rest of the women of Fennar?"
"Because Radiance has given up her one reservation and has held you for her eldest son. An Asku mother has one request per lifetime to reserve a woman for one of her sons. Radiance used that reservation on you."
Her first orgasm caught her completely by surprise. As she had been instructed, Enari had been getting familiar with her own body and a few light touches on her clitoris had caused her body to jerk and shake with an electric shock. She felt an inner clenching that caught her attention. It was as if her inner muscles were trying to grip something that wasn't there.
She slid her fingers across her clit again and bit her lip at the sensitivity that accompanied the aftershocks. Flexing her hands, she shook her tense muscles loose and then explored lower. The amount of slick moisture that she had produced shocked her, but remembering the toys that she had seen, it was probably her body's attempt to avoid injury.
Alone in her chambers, she brought her fingers to her lips, sniffing before she tasted her own juices. The tang was not horrid as she had thought it would be and the lecture on oral sex was now making a lot more sense.
She looked up at the chronometer and cursed, quickly moving toward the bathing room to have a shower before classes started. Riveh was tireless with her efforts to feed information to Enari. They had been at it for a week and today, before classes, the doctors would be assessing her feet.
After her shower, she put on a wrap-style dress and while she waited for Riveh to arrive, Enari ran through a few ideas for dance classes.
"What are you looking at?" Riveh moved silently for a large piece of metal.
"Nefi dances. I think I would like to learn them."
"If the doctor pronounces your feet whole, I can upload dance choreography and we can begin today." Riveh offered her arm and Enari rose and took it. She could make it short distances on the bandages, but the walk to the front area of the women's quarters was a little too long.
The doctor stripped off the plastic skin that had been protecting her feet for the last few days and nodded. "Good. You should rest when you need to, but you can start walking again."
The first few steps on the floor felt peculiar, but after she pattered around for a while, she stopped and smiled at the doctor and his assistant. "Thank you."
They looked surprised at her comment in high Asku and she was suddenly embarrassed. "I said it wrong, didn't I? I am sorry."
Riveh was looking at her with what seemed to be surprise. "No, on the contrary, it was perfect."
The doctor nodded quickly. "I was surprised. The other Fennar women have not had any interest in learning our language. They are still fairly angry at being taken."
Enari shrugged. "I wasn't doing anything interesting with my life anyway. Thank you again."
She left the room and pattered down the long hall, Riveh moving quickly to catch up.
"Can we start the Nefi dances?"
"Of course. Just let me download the dance styles."
Riveh moved to her portal and leaned back, a whirring noise indicated that she was downloading and when she completed her upgrade, she stepped away and inclined her head. "I am ready when you are. The gardens would be the best place to do this."
Eagerly, Enari followed her tutor out into the fresh air and bright light of the gardens. No one could see them, but it was indeed the perfect space to learn Nefi dancing. As Riveh stood across from her and Enari mirrored her, part of her heart lightened.
The Nefi were famous for two things---dancing and hand-to-hand combat skills. Oddly enough, their dances used many of the postures and poses that could be used in self-defence.
As they shifted from pose to pose, movement to movement, Enari felt her body loosen as it did what it loved.
Taking martial arts classes back on Fennar had been tricky, but her parents' friends had helped the little orphan in any way they could. Her friend Maki had taken the class that was available to boys and had come home to teach her after every class. She had been kicked, bruised and battered over the years, but eventually, she had a complete grasp of what her body was capable of.
Being on enforced recovery had been the hardest thing she had done in years. She was used to moving, dancing and stretching every day. Sneaking a workout into her dance instruction was the only way for her to gain peace of mind and equilibrium.
After two hours of movement classes, she was sweating lightly and smiling constantly.
Riveh called a halt to their exercise for lunch. They returned to Enari's rooms and in her entry room, her normal tray of food was waiting.
"Enari, if you wanted fight training, you only had to ask."
Enari froze with her fork halfway to her lips. "You knew what I was up to?"
"Obviously. You have a very different physique from the other Fennar. You have developed muscles and peculiar calluses on your hands."
She took a bite of her lunch, swallowed and nodded. "I am a seamstress. I had my own shop and everything. Is there any way to get some fabric for me to play with?"
Riveh cocked her head. "Of course. I have filed the request."
Happy, she returned to her meal and washed it down with a glass of water. There was a faint tang to the water, so she suspected that they were dosing her with something, but at this point, she really didn't have the means to fight them on anything.
Riveh stood near her and asked, "So how have your personal explorations been going?"
"I am pretty sure that I had an orgasm this morning."
"And how did you feel afterward?"
"Excited, tingly. Energized really." She smoothed her hands over her thighs. "Is that right?"
Riveh made one of her laughing noises. "Each one will be different. Your mood, blood flow, skin sensitivity, each one can and will affect your orgasm. Enjoy them for what they are."
She smiled and asked, "What is next today, tutor?"
"Etiquette under duress. I am afraid we will have to break out your collection for this. It won't be painful, just a little distracting."
Enari's curiosity was up. Nothing that Riveh had said or done to her had embarrassed her beyond her own societal norms, so she kept her trust firmly in place.
Riveh brought out the box and from within it, she took a set of straps and one of the small toys. With a strange move, she connected the straps to the two-inch stub and nodded to Enari, "Lift your dress."
Bemused, she opened the dress and blushed hotly as Riveh slid the straps up her thighs, settling the toy against her opening. The straps were tightened and the toy inched into her.
Enari blew air out of her lungs as the pressure built until the cool object was settled inside her. The feeling was indescribable.
"You can replace your dress now. The device will remain in place until after your etiquette lesson. Radiance is on her way as we speak." Riveh stood and cleared the lunch tray away, returning with a tea tray.
Enari was trying not to move.
"It would be recommended that you not act as if you are wearing the device. Radiance may notice and try and test you."
Enari exhaled slowly and took a seat, her body clenching around the synthetic invader. Ripples of pleasure started the moment that the discomfort eased. She was so distracted by the sensations that she didn't rise to her feet the moment that Radiance came in. She quickly jumped up and curtseyed, the flexing of her inner thigh muscles giving her another sensation.
She bit her lip and greeted the older woman in high Asku. "Good afternoon, Radiance. Thank you for coming to visit."
"You are speaking very well. Your voice is a little strained. Is something wrong?"
"No, Madam." She didn't explain, merely inclined her head toward the other chair. When Radiance was seated, Enari took her own chair, trying to move casually.
The slight slide of the object inside her sent a frisson of pleasure up her spine and she tried to keep her face bland and calm.
"So I hear that you are back on your feet now. How have you enjoyed your education so far?"
Enari leaned forward and poured a cup of tea for Radiance, but by the time she leaned back to pour her own, her hands were trembling.
Radiance looked as if she suddenly realised something. "I take it plain, if that is what you were wondering."
Trying to quietly grit her teeth, she leaned forward again and passed the full cup and saucer to Radiance. The woman barely extended her hand, forcing Enari to lunge in an effort to hand the cup over.
She was shaking violently, could feel the flush on her chest and a bead of sweat was working its way between her breasts.
Shaking her head, she took her own cup of tea, the hot liquid doing nothing but igniting another sensation that added to her overload.
"I am sorry. I didn't answer your question. I have found some aspects of the tutoring challenging, but I have enjoyed the language lessons."
Radiance had a grin around her lips as she sipped at her tea. "I can imagine that you are having a few challenges. Riveh, how long have you been using a device?"
Riveh took a step forward, "For less than an hour. She is very sensitive."
The older woman grinned. "I could say it gets easier, but it doesn't. You simply learn to hide the exterior signs of arousal."
"This was done to you as well?" She breathed heavily.
"Of course. It was a reminder from my husband that while he was not with me during the day, I was to think of him constantly. It worked. By the time we were sitting together at the end of the day, I was out of my mind to have him inside me."
It was peculiar to see this calm and elegant woman speaking so frankly, but there was a certain comfort to it.
"I was just planning to have an orgasm."
"That won't help. In fact, with the device in place, it will just make it worse. Your body never completely cools." She sipped at her tea and placed her empty cup back on the table.
Enari leaned forward to pour the tea and her body bucked. She shuddered as waves of pleasure started inside her and ran through her limbs. She heard her own voice in a low moan and by the time the internal palpitations had ceased, she was out of breath and holding onto the edge of the table for support.
Her pulse was racing, but she straightened and poured tea with hands more steady than they had been two minutes before.
She put the pot down and placed the cup and saucer in Radiance's grip. Her eyes were still a little unfocussed, but Enari concentrated and sipped at her own tea until she could speak again. "So what was that you were saying about an orgasm making it worse?"
Radiance laughed for a full two minutes.
During that time, the heat and dampness woke and built again making the younger woman squirm in her chair.
The afternoon was a torturous event of polite conversation broken by the occasional overwhelming wave of pleasure.
Nishka pronounced herself jealous. She grinned and patted the younger woman's cheek as she left.
"So is the woman everything you wished for?" Doron was smiling at his wife. It had been a long trip to find his way back to his home, but she was there, as always, waiting for him with open arms.
Nishka smiled and nestled into his embrace, inhaling the scent that was his alone. His hands were smoothing the gown over her back, resting on the narrow span of her waist, a miracle after seven sons.
"Drion will be a very tired man, love. That little Fennar has an appetite that I have never seen before."
He chuckled. "It will do him good. He has always complained that there is nothing in the command centre to keep him here. This woman may do the trick."
Proud of herself, she lifted her chin so that she could meet his black gaze with her own. "And...she is the answer to the forecast for him."
He quirked a dark brow at her. Certainly, there was silver in his black hair, but it was far less than her natural waves of white and silver hair.
"How can you be sure?"
"When you are near a data station, bring up the image of her walking into the palace. You will see what I saw or you are an idiot." She grinned up at him and caressed his face with the tips of her fingers.
He leaned down and kissed her, his hands pulling at her gown with the ease of long practice. His shirt was released by her eager hands and she caressed the marks that he wore. Her name and the name of each of their sons were written on his flesh in the ancient script of Asku.
He used every trick that he had learned in the past decades to bring her to a gasping climax before he moved over her, thrusting deep.
She held him, caressing his chest, back and buttocks as he plunged into her. They both cried out as pleasure shared took them over. Nishka smiled and ran her fingers through his hair as he laid his head on her breast.
He took one of her hands and threaded his fingers with hers. "Do you think he could be happy with her?"
"I think that she is the best chance he has at happiness. If he blows it, he is on his own." She smiled at the feel of Doron's lips against her palm and sighed at the waking of passion that she had missed so. "Your trips need to be closer to home, love."
"If Drion will take on some of my duties, I may be able to retire soon and at that point, a week with nothing but you under me is exactly what I would wish for."
He began to harden inside her again, the speed of the younger man he had once been in evidence, but Nishka didn't complain. She arched her hips toward him and he obligingly rolled to his back.
He corrected his earlier statement. "Fine, you on top of me is on the wish list as well. How did I get so lucky?"
"You were in the wrong bar at the right time." Nishka rode her husband until he groaned under her and she smiled in the darkness. His sounds of pleasure were something she never tired of and if she didn't get a climax now, he would make sure of it later. He always did.
"Warlord Drion, there is a coded message for you." The communication's officer bowed carefully, the wounded warrior had not been in the best of moods.
Drion groaned and rubbed at his forehead with the hand not bound in a sling. "Fine. In my office."
He got to his feet and left the bridge of the warship. He closed the door and sat behind his desk, bringing up his private com screen. With one hand, he typed in his pass code and waited while the message loaded.
His surly mood was broken by the image of his mother. "My dearest Drion, I have something that I wish to tell you. We have recently acquired fifty women from the planet of Fennar and I have selected one of them for you."
Drion sat up and stared at the screen in astonishment. "The hell you say."
There was no way for her to respond, but she seemed to anyway. "Now, don't be upset. She really is the perfect woman for you. I am including her file as well as a few clips of her daily activities. To accept her or reject her, you have to come home, so do take care of yourself and come home in one piece. I am sure she will appreciate it. I love you, Drion."
The image shifted from his mother to a woman with blood red hair coursing down almost to her knees walking with bloodied feet into the stronghold. The prints of blood kept his attention as she kept her face impassive, her chin lifted as if she were taking a stroll in the park.
Her blue eyes were bright, but there were stains of bruising on her flesh. He could see the bruises on her arms as well and a sick fury ran through him. He wanted to know who had hurt this graceful creature and where he could find them.
When the image flicked again, the woman was laughing with a bot and soon began sparring with it. The skirt that the woman was wearing was short enough to show him long and shapely limbs as she began a slow dance pattern that quickly shifted into a demonstration of hand-to-hand combat.
Drion leaned back and whistled softly. She had skills. No wonder his mother had chosen her, she was a true warrior under that soft, creamy skin.
Just as he became hypnotized by her movements, the screen shifted again and her stats as well as images of her in the medical bay began to scroll. He read the litany of injuries she had come on board with and he shook his head. All that and she still had walked like a queen into the stronghold as the representative of the Fennar females.
He replayed the images of her walking and then fighting, the insistent pressure of his erection against his uniform trousers a pleasurable distraction from his shoulder's discomfort. Grinning, he uploaded the images to his headset and positioned the transparent screen in front of his left eye, giving him a perfect view whenever he triggered the file.
The pictures of Enari would help him through his recovery and as soon as he finished this peace-enforcing mission, he would head home just to see if her physical presence matched her image.
Drion looked forward to finding out.
Actual dance classes eventually took up half the day while the martial arts took up the other half. "Riveh, you are cheating. Slow yourself down to standard living speeds."
Riveh swung and Enari ducked.
"Speed up, pinky. You are far too slow for a woman who is on the edge of being flattened."
Enari looked for an opening before Riveh struck again. "I am going to kick your shiny metal ass."
Going for the low blow, she swept her leg under Riveh and knocked her to the floor before pouncing on her and pressing her foot to the metal neck.
"Ladies!" Nishka's voice was disapproving.
Enari sighed and turned toward the Radiance. "I apologize, we were merely exercising."
Nishka smiled slightly. "With hand-to-hand combat? What happened to dance classes?"
"That was this morning. To what do I owe the pleasure, Radiance?" Enari was aware of the sweat sliding down between her breasts and making her light shift cling to her skin.
She had started to wear short tunics that hung to mid-thigh when she moved. It was easier for both dance, combat and general dress. Fennar was cooler than the Asku stronghold. She liked the caress of the air to cool her.
Nishka was staring at her legs as if she had never seen knees before. "You need to shower, change and get ready. Drion arrived yesterday and he is eager to meet you."
Enari froze in place. She had known this day was coming but had thought that she had more time. Like three more months. "I thought you said he was going to be gone for six months."
"He was. I sent him images of you and he decided to return to us early. Isn't that nice?" Nishka's tone was pleasant, but it would have to be to fend off the daggers that Enari's eyes were shooting at her.
"You sent him images of me and yet gave me none of him. Not fair."
"Life isn't fair. The moment that you connect with him will be something that stays with you for the rest of your life." Nishka's eyes took on a faraway look and a slow smile spread across her lips.
"Do all women remember it that fondly?"
"Most, but it is a memorable moment for both parties."
Putting her hands on her hips, she scowled. "Then why did you send my images to him?"
Nishka grinned. "I wanted him to hurry."
Enari didn't have a chance to continue as the Radiance left her with a wink and the sweep of her gown. The fluttering of silk was the last thing that Enari saw before Riveh took her by the hand and started to walk to a previously unused part of the women's quarters.
"Where are we going, Riveh?"
"To the groomers. Just remember, don't fidget. They can take off far more than is intended if you aren't careful."
With that enigmatic phrasing, Enari was shooed into the new area and Riveh used her considerable strength to put her where she was supposed to be. There were marks for her feet on the floor and as she settled onto the spot, clamps held her in place, banding across her arches and locking her to the floor. "What the hell, Riveh?"
Her instructor removed her clothing with smooth movements. "You are going to be groomed in the Asku fashion. Out in the village, you would attend a local groomer and have it done in person. Here in the palace, there are units to do it. Just don't try and move around and for pity's sake, don't fight the blades."
Enari was swallowing and about to ask about the blades when panels from the floor rose up and surrounded her on all sides. Manacles snapped around her wrists and held her arms out at her sides as a scan checked her from head to toe. Once it had measured her, a laser focussed on her privates and disintegrated the hair on her pubic mound until all that was left was a neat triangle.
"Hey!"
From outside the chamber, she heard, "Hold still. You don't want to lose an eye."
With that warning, she froze in place, straight as she could manage. The laser delicately traced her brows, neatening them. From the moment it finished with her brows, it skipped around her body taking care of anything that it deemed unnecessary.
While her thighs were parted by her feet being gently slid to either side and the manacles pulling her arms forward, the laser blade did its work between her buttocks. Her skin should have stung, but the blade didn't leave anything but a light heat behind.
A rainbow of light covered her from head to toe, the sweat from her workout disappeared and she felt both cleaned and energized when it finally let her go.
The manacles released and the bindings on her feet retracted as the walls faded back into the floor.
Riveh was standing and waiting for her, a draping of chain and silk over her arm. "How was it?"
"Blades?"
"I thought it was less scary than lasers. They are set to remove the hair follicles from the base. It is why I told you not to move. They calibrate and then get going. Now, here is your outfit for the first meeting. It is a little tricky, so let me help."
Riveh's help was invaluable. The top was heavily embroidered with gold, held in place with a clasp behind her neck and one around her back. The skirt dipped almost to the exposure point and barely covered her buttocks. It was the same heavily embroidered material as the top.
Riveh moved swiftly, stringing chains between the top and skirt, threading layers of gold to hold the fabric snugly to Enari's body.
"There. Just a few adjustments to your hair and you are ready."
"What about shoes?"
"There are sandals that I will help you into as soon as you are prepped."
The next few minutes were spent with Enari trying not to fidget as Riveh wove her hair into waves and braids that held the strands off her face while adding weight and control to the mass.
Mirrors lined every wall and Enari watched her transformation as her blood red hair was tamed into an elaborate sculpture.
The costume that she was wearing was a tease and invitation all in one. The fabric shimmered and the chains clashed as she shifted. It caught the light and drew the eye. Her movement was fairly free, but she would feel a definite chill when she sat. The skirt was designed to ride up.
"How can you simply get me dressed so calmly, Riveh?"
Her companion made a harsh chuckle. "This is why you are here, Enari. Never forget that. While I have enjoyed our time together and your speedy learning of the Asku ways, they rule here and we are but the helpless who have been brought to serve."
The bald truth sobered her and as Riveh tied on her sandals, she steeled herself to meet the man who would either take her to his bed or reject her and send her to the masses for one of them to select her. Her choice in the matter was nonexistent.
A finely woven gold cloak was wrapped around her for her journey through the stronghold. Riveh walked at her side the entire way, blades at her metal hips as they made their way from the women's quarters up through a multitude of steps before stopping in front of a well-guarded door.
The guards looked at her and her escort for a moment before one said, "May we see her hair?"
Surprised, Enari reached up to push back her hood, but Riveh stopped her.
"Not before Drion has seen her. You know that."
The one who had spoken, smiled slightly. "It was worth a try. Lady, you are expected."
He bowed and opened the door to her, the tattoos wreathing his arms giving him a fearsome light, but his smile was warm and welcoming.
She inclined her head and moved through the opening, leaving Riveh behind with the other guards. Whatever happened now was between her and Drion.
She took a few steps into the room and used her senses to tell her about her surroundings. The room was huge. She was in one of the towers that were visible in the pictures and paintings that had decorated the women's quarters.
A breeze caused her cloak to flutter slightly and she could see the night sky through an open doorway.
The idea of foreign stars drew her. Riveh had never let her out in the evenings, but she had always loved to stare up at the night sky. Drion was nowhere in sight, so she paced softly to the lodestone view.
The sprawl of the city beneath the stronghold was lovely, but when she looked up to the sky, her breath rushed out in a sigh. The slow swirl of a crimson and purple nebula was on the horizon, bracketed by arches of stars forming a frame of light.
"It is lovely, isn't it?" The voice rumbled from behind her and she clutched at the balcony.
Her heart was tripping in her chest and she licked her lips before speaking. "It really is. I envy you this view."
Now that she was aware of his presence, she could feel him moving closer to her. When the heat of his body started to warm her back, she swallowed heavily.
"Why don't you face me?" His words were whispered inches from her ear.
"Because we can only see each other face to face for the first time, one time, and I am trying to embrace the beauty of the stars before I create a new memory."
His soft laugh rippled through her. "Take your time. I will still be here when you turn around."
Enari could feel the fine trembling in her limbs, but she ignored it while she learned the skies of the Asku. By the time she finished, the nebula had risen in the sky and the chill in the air had caused her to back toward the block of heat at her back. Drion was warm. She would give him that sight unseen.
She sighed and turned to face him, looking eye to chest with the Warlord. Her gaze skittered up and she took in his smooth skin, the occasional roughening of scars and a jaw carved by a determined hand and the lips curved in a slight smile.
His nose had the same sharp angle as his mother's, but his eyes must have been passed on from his father. Instead of his maternal parent's dark brown eyes, Drion's eyes were solid black with stars for pupils.
Enari forgot to look at anything else. She was lost in those starry eyes.
His hands came up and he slid the hood off her hair to settle it on her shoulders. "I am very pleased you are here, Enari. Your hair is truly magnificent."
It took her a moment to process his words and to respond in the prescribed manner. "I am very pleased to meet you, Drion. Your markings are a credit to your family." The whispered words acknowledged that she had been educated in the ways of the Asku. A captured female would not be expected to know it, but a traded bride would.
He lifted her chin with his fingers. "Now that the formalities are over, would you care for something to drink?"
She nodded weakly. "That sounds nice."
He gently took her arm and led her back inside. "Pardon my unexpected arrival, but the Radiance was most insistent."
She was startled into a laugh. "You actually call her that?"
"Yes, that or Mother. What do you call her?"
"Nishka." Enari smiled as they entered the kitchen. "That or oh stars, here she comes again."
He barked a short laugh. "That sounds like you have met her a few times."
"Once or twice."
There was a long counter with stools against it and he led her to one of those chairs. "Please, have a seat."
She gathered her cloak around her and boosted herself awkwardly onto the stool. "I could use some help."
"If I start touching you, I may not stop. I wished to learn more about you before anything else comes up." His rueful twist of his lips as he glanced down indicated that he was aroused and very noticeable.
The research that she had done hadn't prepared her for what she was staring at, she was sure of it.
A glass of wine appeared on the counter in front of her.
"I haven't had any wine in months."
He sighed and took the chair next to her, their knees almost touching. "I am aware of that. It is standard procedure for the women to be denied anything that could lead them to question their realities."
She lifted the glass and inhaled the fruity aroma of the red liquid. "Why now?"
"Because blurring your reality now might not be a bad thing." He raised his glass to her and inclined his head.
She took a sip and then put the glass down.
"You don't like it?"
Enari looked into his starry eyes. "I love it. It is nice and fruity with a hint of sweetness. I could probably drink the whole bottle, but I won't."
Curiosity was in his face. "Why not?"
"For better or worse, this is my reality. I would not see it altered or blurred. Good or bad, I want to remember my first night with you." She sat up and smiled. "So, where were you when your mother summoned you?"
"Off orbiting Nelwarning's moon. I was injured a few weeks ago and was stuck at the helm."
"What were you doing there?"
"Defending the moon against invasion by her neighbour, the Meceen. The moon asked for our assistance and we came, for a fee."
She absorbed that. It fit with what she had learned about the Asku. "How were you injured?"
"I was shot in the arm with a projectile." He shifted and showed her the mark on his bicep where the injury had occurred.
As Enari leaned in, she felt the chains on her costume shift and swing. The cool slide against her belly caused her to inhale sharply. When she had been upright, the chain had been skin temperature but had cooled the moment she sat.
"Is something wrong?" He raised one dark eyebrow.
She blushed. "No, I simply moved wrong. I apologize."
She examined the mark and gave in to the urge to touch his skin with the tips of her fingers. It was like caressing silk over carved wood. His muscle jumped and flexed, but when she looked up into his face, he was staring into the opening of her cloak. Her arm had opened the fabric and a good expanse of belly and thigh were visible around her clothing.
She quickly tried to move her hand, but he clasped her fingers and stroked her palm with his thumb. "What did you do on Fennar that created these calluses?"
"I was a seamstress." Her voice was low and she could feel liquid heat seeping from her at the smallest touch of his hand. She was in real trouble.
"That would not account for all of these marks of activity." He stroked the base of her palm. "This is the most common area for strikes in most of the martial arts you have been studying. You are good, very good."
She was holding her breath as he leaned forward to whisper, "But I am better."
Her lips quirked. "Is that a challenge?"
He matched her smile with his own. "We need to become familiar with each other's bodies. Consider this foreplay."
He reached up and unclasped her cloak, turning it into a puddle of fabric that slumped over the stool. His eyes literally glowed as he took in her gold and cream form.
She leaned over and his eyes closed. "What are you doing?"
"If we are going to spar, I am not doing it in sandals." She ignored the straight shot down her cleavage that his height offered him and when she was barefoot, she braced her hands on her hips.
"Where do you want to do this?" She lifted her chin and met his gaze with her own.
The stars in his eyes were burning brightly, throwing light into the room. "Oh, pet. I want to do this in every inch of the apartments, but I will settle for starting in the bedroom. This way."
He held out his hand and she pressed her palm to his with a distinct finality. With that one contact, she was volunteering for whatever followed.
Drion didn't rush her, merely walked with her, side by side, into the bedroom. There were no doors within the apartment itself, only twisting hallways off the living space.
The bed made her stop in her tracks. The huge expanse was both a threat and a promise. Her thighs were already slicking at his proximity, the training she had undergone told her that while she was far from orgasm, she was on her way through the stages of arousal.
He released her hand and positioned himself a few feet from her. Drion removed his boots and when all he was wearing were his trousers, he nodded. "Any time you are ready."
She inhaled, took a few steps and struck out with her foot. He blocked her, the blow landing on his thigh and setting her off balance when he gripped her ankle.
"Sloppy. Try again."
He released her ankle and she shifted her weight. He seemed to be taking this seriously, so she assessed him from head to toe.
She locked her fingers together and made a sudden jab at the wound on his arm. It was sneaky, underhanded and dangerous, but it was her best bet.
He hissed and jerked back, going off balance for a moment and she pressed her advantage, pressing her foot to his knee and pushing. He went down to one knee, a look of surprise on his face as she raised her fist in an arc toward his chin.
Drion gripped her fist in his and slowly lowered his hand. "Better, but you have some practice ahead of you."
She looked at him with her eyes wide as he moved her hand behind her back and used his grip to press her against him. Even on his knees, his nose was still even with her chin.
She looked into his starry eyes until she couldn't stand the intensity of his gaze and closed her own. The pressure of his lips on hers in an exploratory kiss caused her lids to flick up once again in surprise.
He leaned back and took in her surprise. "What were you expecting?"
She bit her lip and blushed. "After the way I exploited your injury, I would not have been surprised to be bitten."
He chuckled. "We will get to that later. Now, you must tell me how a woman on Fennar can gain knowledge of fighting techniques. I thought it was forbidden."
"It was. I improvised."
With her arm locked behind her, she was pressed against the warm panel of his chest with his face close to her neck. He took advantage of his position and trailed kisses down her neck, sending swirls of heat with each light touch.
She gasped and shivered as her body came alive at his light touch. He stroked his free hand down her spine and released her arm to press her hips into him.
Enari wove her fingers into his hair as he pressed kisses across her collarbone and between her breasts. She focused on the tingling of her skin wherever he went and ignored the slight flick of his fingers as he released the clasp of her top in the center of her back. The link at her neck was next.
She had never bared her breasts to a man before, but since the only thing keeping her covered was his face, she crossed her fingers that he would stay close enough to keep her from exposure. Her fingers tightened and she could feel the light press of his teeth on the inside of one breast.
She pushed his head away and his triumphant grin glowed in his eyes as her top slithered down between them. The brush of cool air preceded his tongue flicking one nipple and then the other.
Drion explored, tasted and caressed her, using his mouth alone. His hands stroked her back, buttocks and thighs with a slow deliberation that was sending her into a quivering sensory overload.
"Enari, you are lovely. Your skin glows against the backdrop of your hair." He continued to kiss at her skin before he latched onto one nipple and suckled hard.
Her knees buckled and a squeak came from her throat. Her own hands had explored the connection between her nipples and clit, but this savage suction had her on the edge of orgasm in under a minute.
Her breath was sawing in and out of her lungs as he held her tightly and moved to the other breast for the same treatment. She bit her lip until it bled as her channel tried to clench on an object that wasn't there. Her moan was low and as the stars of her orgasm flew in her vision, she clutched at Drion for support.
Her nipple released from his mouth with a soft pop. She could literally feel the blood rushing through her system, pooling and racing past the nerve endings under her skin. She had never felt so alive and she wanted more.
With a savage determination, she clenched her hands in his hair and jerked his head back. Her kiss was far from the delicate exploration of his. Her body was awake and it shifted, slid and enticed him by twisting her hips against him in an unmistakable demand.
She tugged his lower lip with her teeth, licking for entrance to his mouth and taking a taste of him for the first time.
The hands on her back crushed her to him as he surged to his feet, dominating her with his superior height and breadth. She kept her grip on his hair and hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Drion gripped her ass with one hand and threaded the other through her hair. His efforts to hold her still were unnecessary, she wasn't going anywhere.
The chains around her waist clashed and chimed as he walked across the room. Enari was experiencing the delightful sensation of rubbing her breasts against the plane of his chest as well as rocking her hips against the bulge she had seen within his trousers.
He groaned into her mouth as her hips made a particularly violent swivel. With the shortness of her skirt, her sex was exposed to the leather he was wearing and each move of her body was sharing her damp heat with him. It was mildly embarrassing, but if he was upset about it, he would not be rocking her against him.
The skirt didn't yield to his hand, so she was treated to the sound of tearing fabric. The direct contact of his flesh on hers caused another surge of damp heat.
He pulled away from her and she watched the stars in his eyes fall away as he lowered her to the bed. Drion discarded the remains of her clothing and stared at her, the heat from his eyes touching her all over.
She sighed happily when he crawled over her, overlapping her on all sides and blocking the light from the stars outside.
His movements were graceful, feline and filled with power. "You are lovely, Enari. Like the fires of the nebula itself."
"You are quite striking yourself, Drion. Now, I know that the first time will be unpleasant, so can we just get it over with?" She ran her hands up his chest and down to where the banded muscles of his abdomen trailed into his trousers.
He stared at her. "You want me to hurry?"
"I know that pain is coming. I have heard all of my school friends discuss it."
He chuckled. "I have no doubt that that is true. Bear with me and don't anticipate pain when there is pleasure offered. We don't earn our women's trust by being in a hurry."
"I can do that, so what am I allowed to do?"
He grinned. "Whatever you wish to. For example, the touch of your hands on me is quite...stimulating."
She paused in her stroking for a moment before continuing. "Then do what you will and I will do what I will and we will meet somewhere in the middle."
"Agreed."
He kissed her deeply before shifting his attentions to her neck, shoulders and her very sensitive breasts. Enari shivered and stroked every inch of him that she could reach, stroking the backs of his thighs with her calves, her hands and legs restless and seeking as much of him as she could.
Her body felt the coil of arousal drawing tight as his hands skimmed her torso, cupping her hips and spreading her thighs for him. Drion rested on his belly between her spread legs and parted the lips of her sex with his thumbs.
He blew a stream of air across her skin. The liquid honey she had been leaking transferred the slight chill into her but brought a new sensation with it.
When she touched herself, it had been pleasurable, but the surprise that awaited her with the contact of his tongue had her arching against him at the first heated exploration.
He licked her from the opening of her slit to the hard nub that ached for more pressure. She heard her whimper and her body locked in place as he continued his exploration. She didn't want to move in case it made him stop his slow licks.
He shifted slightly and slid a finger into her, shifting his attentions to her clit. He nipped, licked and sucked until she shrieked, her channel clenching around the sliding finger tightly. He thrust two fingers into her and her orgasm continued with only a slight twinge deep inside.
Sweat slicked her breasts as she fought to regain her composure. He left her for a moment before returning, covering her completely with his own body and slowly lowering himself into full contact.
She felt the prod between her thighs and opened herself to him. Thoughts of pain were pushed from her mind as his cock forged into her with slow thrusts. His eyes glowed with white hot stars as he took her body and made a place for himself within.
Enari lifted her hands to his shoulders and when she felt a sharp twinge again, she pushed at him. He didn't cease his movements but used one hand to pin both of hers above her head.
She was pinned by his hands at one end and by him at the other, but she had never felt as free as when he pressed into her, reigniting the heat that had briefly gone dormant.
She bit her lip and heard his whisper. "I want to hear you, Enari. Every moan, every sigh."
She was sure that her face went crimson with shock, but she buried her lips against his shoulder and let every whimper and squeak out.
Her voice went from timid to frantic as he used her vocal cues to control his motions. When she screamed loud enough to shake the windows, he joined her, a roar that caused it's own reverberations both outside her and within her.
Sharp rhythmic thrusts brought him deep inside and she felt the jets of semen in time to his motions. His sigh of completion made her smile, her body hummed happily at the feel of him inside her.
He moved to one side and took her with him, curling her tightly against his chest with strong arms. "My Enari. My prize."
She smiled against his neck. "Drion Velu, my darkest star."
His chuckle was the last thing she heard until morning.
Enari woke propped up against pristine white sheets, pillows behind her head. The bedding was unmarred by anything and she was quite sure that she had smelled blood at some time in the night.
Drion was sitting at his com unit and he turned as she sat up. "Good morning, my treasure."
"Good morning, Drion. Don't you sleep?" She grimaced at the tumble of her hair artfully arranged across the sheets. It looked for all the world like a river of blood.
"I do, but I wanted to make sure I filed acceptance before I was called off world again." He stood and stretched, giving her a lovely morning view.
Bronze skin over taut muscle made up his legs, torso and arms. The ridge of his erection gave her pause. "That can't be right."
He looked down and then looked up at her appalled face. "I told you it would not be a problem."
The ten-inch column of flesh was enough to make her swallow and from what she had read, there was a reason for her copious saliva. The urge to take him into her mouth was pressing her. "May I?" she gestured at him.
She didn't wait for an answer but flipped back the covers and crossed the room. A close-up examination of his cock showed her the silken skin, the flared head, veins coursing down the length as well as a drop of precum at the tip.
She reached out with a finger and took the drop onto her finger before bringing it to her lips for a taste. His deep groan as she slipped her finger between her lips made her look up sharply, but his eyes were heavy-lidded.
There was a salty-sweet taste to him with a hint of musk that came from his pores. Enari wrapped her fingers around him and stroked gently for a moment until he placed his hand over hers and increased the pressure and speed.
Laughing softly, she moved at the speed he directed and knelt in front of him to take the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked, flicked the tip with her tongue and kept the quick, strong motions of her hand in play while his thighs flexed and his hands clenched next to her head.
She appreciated that he did not take control of her actions but rather closed his eyes and leaned his head back as she worked at him until his spurting and his hoarse shout gave her confirmation that she had brought him pleasure.
The flow of his seed was extreme, but it ceased quickly and she swallowed carefully. Enari quickly licked her lips and the tip of his member before leaning back on her heels. A sense of triumph rippled through her. "I wasn't sure that I could do that. I am glad that I can."
He hauled her to her feet. "You have no idea how delighted I am that you can as well." His hug was tight as he pulled her against him.
She leaned against him and drowsiness came over her. She reflected on his earlier statements. "Are you going to leave?"
He chuckled. "Eventually, but if you are not pregnant, you can come with me."
She blinked, leaning back in his arms. "Really?"
He laughed. "Being Warlord has its privileges. Higher-ranking officers are allowed to bring their mates provided that the situation is not directly violent. If we are coordinating a local defence, you will be welcome to come with onboard the warship."
"I never thought I would have the option to leave Fennar, let alone any other worlds. Are you sure that I am considered acceptable?" A flicker of doubt ran through her.
He lifted her and sat back in his chair, placing her across his lap. "The Radiance knew that you were the one for me the moment that she saw you and in that instant, she completed a foretelling about her children."
"You have six brothers. What did she start?"
He smiled and stroked her cheek. "When we were children, a soothsayer visited Asku. She foretold that none of the Velu children would find their mates until the eldest met his match in a bed with a river of blood."
Drion's hand lifted a cascade of her locks in his hand. "And so the prophecy is fulfilled."
"So you bathed me and put me to bed?"
He chuckled. "I cheated there. Yes, I put a slow-acting sedative in your wine. I hoped that you had had enough to keep you under once you fell asleep."
"What if I had not fallen asleep?"
"I would have made love to you until you did. The sedative is designed to hold you asleep, the Asku use it on almost all virgins to lessen the trauma of the virgin's blood in the bed. We are trained to make it easier for you to wake in a strange bed."
She gave him a questioning glance. "You are trained?"
"We learn it in puberty. In preparation for our bonding night. We have courses on pleasing our women, on making the first time easier. It is the burden of our race that we need virgins, but we don't need to make it any worse for them." He stroked her arm and gave her a bright smile.
"Wow, I had not considered that you would have to go through training as well." She quirked her lips and snuggled against him.
"Ah yes, the infamous bride training. How did you find it?"
She blushed at the memories of those first few surprising orgasms until she learned to recognize the signals. "It was informative. Without it, I would have panicked the first time you touched me. I would never have guessed what I was feeling would end well."
His genuine laugh made her clutch him for support. "A very honest woman."
"I try to be direct. It cuts down on miscommunication. Now, why did you call me your prize?"
"Ah, that. It is the direct translation of your name. Enari means prize. It will be the name marked into my flesh later this afternoon."
"You are serious? You are going to get my name marked into your skin?" She bit her lip. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"It will be my honour to bear your name."
Drion slipped his hand between her thighs and slowly used his grip to part them. When her knees were open, he slid two fingers into her and began a slow thrust while meeting her blushing gaze.
She bit her lip and he leaned next to her ear. "I want to hear you. Stop biting that delicious lip of yours."
He picked up the tempo of his thrusts and she gave him the gasps and moans he was after as she spiralled closer and closer to release. His thumb pressed and rotated on her clit and in mere minutes, she let out her breath on a low groan while she clenched against him.
As the sparks behind her eyes faded, she came back to herself draped wantonly over his lap. A cold necklace was rapidly warming against her skin.
"Where did this come from?" She stroked the heavy panels of metal that formed a draping collar that peaked between her breasts.
"Each night until you birth our first child, you will receive a gift. Asku tradition." He grinned and she had to wonder where he had been hiding the necklace.
"Why do I get the feeling that I should be afraid of those words?"
He chuckled. "You will learn. Now, off to the women's quarters for you, your bot is waiting."
"When?"
He laughed. "I will see you this evening, my dearest. There is the business of my mark to attend to and tonight, we may actually get some more conversation in."
She wrapped herself in the cloak he held out to her and smiled. "Conversation is overrated."
Enari watched the third doctor come toward her with a palm scanner. His eyes were not the same black and starlight as Drion's and she was impelled to ask, "Why is there a difference in your eyes?"
He blinked and gave her a rueful smile, "You mean as opposed to the Velu?"
"The Velu? I thought it was a last name."
The physician ran his scans. "It is both. Our ruling class has always held traces of those who came from the dark star. They are faster, stronger and better tacticians than the majority of our species."
She blinked. "I thought all the Asku were designed initially from the same species."
"That is what the public record must show. Warlord Drion will inform you of the particulars now that you and he have bonded."
The scanner chirped and he smiled as he backed away. "Excellent. You are in perfect health and now that you have been confirmed compatible, the rest of your ladies are free to find bonds of their own."
"Wait...they were waiting for me?" She was sitting on the medical table in the women's quarters wearing a long tunic that was slit to the knee on either side. It wasn't flattering, but it was warmer than the cloak she had come back with.
"You were considered the alpha female of your species. Until you bonded with an Asku, none of your females were available." The doctor clipped the scanner into the dock and smiled.
A sinking sense of dread ran through her. "And now?"
"Now the higher-ranking males have an opportunity to seek a match. Six hundred have already made overtures and are being screened for suitability."
"So the women were safe and untouched until I met Drion?"
"The delay was only due to Warlord Drion being off world. If he had been here, this medical exam would have happened months ago." The doctor smiled brightly. "You are free to go."
She boosted herself off the table and walked out. The other physicians who had administered her psych and internal exam gave her a wide berth.
Now that she was Drion's bond mate, she was off limits to other males, to the point of challenge if they made any unauthorized contact. Oddly enough, that included her doctors. If they didn't need to touch her, they were best off avoiding any confusion.
Riveh was waiting for her outside the medical centre. "So how do you feel?"
She snorted. "Like an experiment."
"The necklace proves that you are far more. The Velu do not choose lightly."
Enari sighed and ran her hands through her hair as they walked past the gardens to her quarters. "He didn't choose me, the Radiance chose me."
"The moment that he returned ahead of schedule, he confirmed his choice. He just had to be taunted with what he was missing." Nishka was inside Enari's rooms, a breakfast and tea tray next to her on the table.
"Nishka, how lovely to see you this morning. I thought you were with your mate."
"Daughter, I greet you formally in the name of the Velu. Now, come and have something to eat."
She blinked as Nishka bowed low.
She racked her brain, but it was when Riveh jerked her head that Enari remembered to return the bow. "Thank you for your welcome, Mother. It is an honour to be welcomed into the Velu."
Nishka came forward and embraced her. The hug was genuine and fierce. "I am really very happy to have you here. It is my hope that this will start a new branch of the family to continue the line."
"Why?"
"Because the high caste of the Asku has been Velu since the first woman from the darkest star came to them." Nishka sat down and poured a cup of tea.
Riveh stood statue-still and let Enari ask the questions.
"What are the Velu?" She sat and took the cup that was offered.
Nishka took her own cup and smiled. "It is a long story. Are you sure you want to know?"
Enari grinned. "What else am I going to do today?"
Nishka's short laugh and wry smile was the beginning. "Five hundred years ago, the Asku were flailing. Several groups turned to piracy in an effort to keep a steady supply of females and others took up a monastic life. The Asku were a dying race.
"One night, General Darkrion saw the most peculiar thing, a dark falling star. Dark light flowed from it on its way to the surface of a nearby moon and he immediately boarded a shuttle to investigate."
Enari couldn't help herself. "What was it?"
"A crater with a singular occupant. A woman lay in the impact zone with eyes that swum with stars.
"Her name was Ehkheen and she had travelled from the darkest star, so Darkrion dubbed her Velu."
"High Asku for darkest star."
"Exactly. Darkrion and Ehkheen were partners in reorganizing the Asku long before they bonded and had offspring. The sons were the image of their father, except for their eyes. They kept the eyes of the Velu and so that became their family name."
"What became of the separated branches of the Asku? Did they return?"
"Most did. One group settled and adapted to the water planet, Quidil, another group made the gas-filled world of Sheenar their home. We deal with them peacefully and the monks of Miiven offer us some of the best-trained physicians that ever existed. The few pirate groups that remained alone have either died out or settled. Either way, we have not seen them for over two centuries."
Enari sat back in her chair and blinked her eyes rapidly as she absorbed the information. "So the ruling family has been in control for the last five hundred years?"
"Yes, seven generations of Warlords and Overlords. They have taken the Asku from the edge of distinction and made them a species respected and feared throughout the galaxy."
Enari rapidly did the math. "How old is Drion?"
"Forty-nine. He was born a year after I mated with Doron. Why?"
"That means that on average, none of the Asku mate before the age of fifty."
Nishka laughed. "That is not true. Most of the Asku are on a similar developmental cycle to the Fennar, but the Velu age more slowly. They are not even physically adult until the age thirty. Doron was seventy when I met him."
"So the Overlord of the Asku is one hundred and twenty?"
"Pretty close. He doesn't like to be reminded. He has been stuck planet-side or within the solar system since he turned one hundred. That is when Drion took over active duty as Warlord."
"Why did Doron attack Fennar?" She crossed her arms over her breasts and scowled.
Nishka poured more tea. "Because your folk were preparing to attack their nearest neighbour, as they had in the past. The Khari begged the Asku for help and so the armada went to push the Fennar firmly back to their own world. Holding you there until the Khari were equipped to deal with you was part of the arrangement. The Khari offered food, supplies and any members of its population we could use."
"So why not their women instead of the Fennar?"
"The Khari are not compatible. They are also unable to leave their world. Their bodies degrade rapidly when outside their protective atmosphere."
Enari absorbed that. She had heard of the Khari and their greed in keeping their minerals to themselves, but no mention had ever been made that the Fennar had been poised to take them over. "How did the Khari call for help?"
"A Miiven priest was on his pilgrimage through your system and he contacted the Asku after one of the Fennar attacks. The Khari had been decimated by the time our armada arrived, so all good will that could have been between our two species was gone. In general, the Fennar are not held in esteem here, but your actions upon your arrival altered the perception of women of your species."
"So by making bloody footprints on the path to the stronghold, I gained a new respect for my species?"
Nishka sipped at her tea. "Something like that. You are also responsible to keep them in line. Each group of females from a different race has an alpha. You are the one for yours."
"Why?"
"Because you were beaten by your own people and still managed to retain your dignity. You knew when to fight, when to give in and when to simply lift your head and pretend nothing was wrong. It is a trait to be admired."
Enari blushed. "I...thank you, though I know you picked me for Drion because of my hair."
"Your hair was what got my attention, your spirit and the instant affection you inspired in the women around you was what convinced me." Nishka reached out and squeeze her hand. "Never doubt that I knew exactly who you were destined to be the moment that I saw you."
The love and trust in the older woman's eyes was as unconditional as it was unmistakable. Enari hoped that she could prove the Radiance correct.
Drion's hands were warm as he slid the blood red fabric from her shoulders and tipped it to the floor. "However did they manage to match your hair with your gown?"
"I have no idea. I believe that Riveh had something to do with it." She tilted her head to the side as he pressed heated kisses to her neck.
As he removed her dress, her fingers were working at the closures of his tunic. The gasp of shock as she saw her name written in Asku script caused him to jerk away.
"What is it?"
"I...I wasn't sure how Enari would translate into script. I can speak High Asku but not write it yet."
He looked down at the black cursive marks that stretched from the right side of his ribcage to the left. "Does it offend you?"
She noted the darker skin around the markings. "No, is it painful?"
He smiled. "Touch them."
Hesitantly, she traced her name on his skin and to her shock, the bulge of his cock twitched inside his trousers. "You didn't answer me. Is there pain?"
He smiled, his face going slightly feral. "The most pleasant of pains."
Drion moved away from her and stripped quickly. His cock was weeping with enthusiasm. With an intent look into her eyes, he pressed one of her hands to her name and the other to his erection. "Your touch on me is all that I need. I ache for you, Enari."
She kept her gaze locked to his. "Then get me out of this dress and let's ease your distress, Drion."
His laughter warmed her and he moved her hands away to follow her orders. With a teasing grin, he lay flat on the bed and beckoned her to him. "Don't keep me waiting, Enari."
Biting her lip, she approached and crawled toward him with only a hint of the grace she had displayed the night before. Her studies had let her know what she needed to do, but she wasn't quite wet enough yet.
Smiling wickedly, she straddled his abdomen and sat up straight, lifting her hands to her breasts and twisting the nipples with him watching avidly.
"Enari, what are you doing?" His voice sounded strangled.
"Getting ready for you, I don't want discomfort on either side." Her position placed her within easy reach of her name. She released her breasts and ran her hands down her torso, onto her thighs and then across his flesh. He groaned as she touched her name, the mark of her ownership of him.
She had not thought of it until now, but with the Asku wearing the name of their mate, they could only bond with one woman per lifetime. They physically didn't have the room for more.
He groaned and gripped her hips, lifting her and pressing the head of his cock against her opening.
She yelped and quickly moved to spread the lips of her sex to allow him inside. The moment her flesh swallowed his tip, he groaned and his hands clenched on the creamy curve of her hips. He lifted and dropped her in short jerks and she ached at the feeling of being overfilled. Her groan was less pleasure and almost pain. Drion froze and quickly shifted one hand to caress her clit.
He was murmuring soothing words as she gasped and shivered under the dual assault. She felt the give of her body and the slickness of her honey as she gained a state of arousal that she had looked forward to.
She sank onto him until he was completely inside. Enari braced her hands on his abdomen and slowly rotated her hips, getting used to the feel of him. Sweat coated his torso as he fought for control.
His fingers kept their circling on her clit and she started quivering, short jerks that moved him inside her until she screamed and her body fisted around his cock in sharp pulses.
Drion hissed and arched into her, plunging rapidly in moves that kept her orgasm washing over her until he grunted savagely and held her to him while his cock flexed repeatedly inside her.
She leaned forward and draped herself over his chest. "That was interesting."
He chuckled. "I apologise. I should have taken more care with you. You distracted me."
She laughed. "Sure, blame the woman who was a virgin until yesterday."
He winced. "Valid point. I will simply have to make it up to you."
"Did you drug me tonight?" She propped her chin on her fists, loving the feel of him inside her still.
"No. That was only for the first time. Many virgins are distressed by the blood."
She thought about seeing him naked for the first time and was fairly sure that the blood was not the distressing part. Her laughter caused friction, the friction caused movement and before she knew what he was doing, she was on her back and he was making things up to her. It took him all night, but she was pretty sure he got it right just before dawn.
"Enari Velu, pack your bags. You are due on the warship Rewal within the hour." A priest of Miiven was standing and staring at Enari as she completed her stretching routine before her workout.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Warlord Drion is required near the Klio nebula. As you are a bonded pair and are not breeding, he requests that you accompany him."
She smiled. "Of course. Give me three minutes."
He rolled his eyes and waited outside her quarters as she grabbed her more comfortable clothing and stuffed it into a duffel that had been provided for this very contingency. Three pairs of flat shoes later and she was back in the hall with a bright smile. "Lead the way, Brother."
He blinked in surprise. "This way, Lady."
They walked together through the women's quarters and she had to ask. "Why did they send you?"
"To fetch you, Lady Velu." He looked at her as if she was dim.
She gave him a small smile. "No, I meant a Brother of the Miiven. Why did they send you and not a crewmember from the warship?"
"Ah, I am not directly involved in this altercation and as I have no interest in anyone, male or female, I am safe to walk through the women's quarters on any ship or any planet."
"You never feel arousal?"
"No. We disconnect the connections in the brain that trigger the mating urge. Any brother who cannot maintain his calm is brought to Asku and offered a position as a lay brother. He can still meditate and focus his mind toward peace, harmony and the stars, but he can also apply for a bond mate of his own. Many of them become ships' counsellors."
That was more information than she needed. "Oh. Well, thank you for waiting for me."
"I am surprised by your no-nonsense approach to packing. The Fennar women in the main areas of the stronghold are slightly less organized."
"Back on my world, I was a seamstress. I have a fairly good idea of what I need for any possible event." Enari walked a little taller next to the huge male. Pride was not a bad thing and with her huge necklace as well as the two bangles she had been given, it was obvious that she was a bonded woman on a mission. The honour of the Velu family was at stake as well as that of the Fennar women, so she kept her head high as they passed through streets, alleys and finally entered the launch area for the shuttle craft.
The brother came with her into the shuttle and they took off, Enari sitting up and watching Asku fall away beneath her.
"The warship is ahead."
She looked through the forward screen and caught her breath. Every Fennar child had been taught what the invaders' warships looked like, but this was not the threatening bulk she had been taught to fear. Graceful lines, gun ports, a mixture of metals that cause a dark rainbow effect on the hull, the Rewal was a piece of art.
The brother opened the com and announced. "This is shuttle craft nine with Lady Velu on board. Requesting docking and notification to the Warlord."
"This is flight control of the Rewal. Docking bay one and Warlord Drion is waiting."
It didn't take long for the shuttle to settle in the belly of the warship, but the moment that the atmosphere in the hangar was stable, Drion appeared in front of their tiny ship.
The brother opened the door for her and Drion raised his hands to lift her down from the transport.
"Welcome to the Rewal, Lady Velu."
She didn't have a chance to respond, his kiss stole her breath and her ability to concentrate.
When he leaned back with her still in his arms, a grin was on his lips. "I have been hoping to get you to the Rewal and while I detest the circumstance, I delight in the opportunity to show you the stars."
"I give her into your custody now, Warlord." The brother moved past them and shook his head at their romantic clinch.
Enari grinned up at him. "I guess that settles it. I am yours."
He laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist to lead her through the halls. "And I am yours. No great mystery there."
He took her on a short tour, all of the important systems and any area that she might need while they were on board.
"How long will it take to get to the Klio nebula?" They were in the mess hall and she was nibbling at some vegetables.
"A week or more. We are attending a situation similar to that faced by Khari and Fennar. The Huartha are an agrarian species, all they do is farm and store the results of their harvests. The Gerranic are their system neighbours and they have undergone a drought. The Huartha have offered their surplus, but the Gerranic want it all. I simply hope that we arrive in time. Even with the engines on full, it will still take close to eight days."
Something in Enari prompted her to ask, "What if we don't get there in time?"
His face went from friendly to stony, "Then we avenge the dead and make sure that the Gerranic suffer for the pain they caused."
Grimly, Enari nodded. That suited her personality to a tee. Help if she could and avenge if she couldn't. She was a better match for the Warlord than she ever could have imagined.
The Gerranic ships came to full and awkward stops when the Asku armada put themselves between them and Huartha.
The Gerranic tried negotiations, begging and finally threats.
Enari watched from one side of the bridge while Drion spoke to the other ship commanders.
"Our instruments have confirmed that the drought was legitimate. However, you had plenty of stores to keep you. We estimate five years of stockpiled food and grains in the military centres."
The general facing him changed colour several times before returning to his normal yellow. "Those stores are for emergencies only."
"Feeding your people isn't an emergency?" Drion's voice was dry.
"Those are supplies for the military."
"So? Conscript your entire population. They will be fed and clothed until the drought ends in six months. Attacking Huartha is no longer an option."
"You can't stay on alert forever." The General swallowed as he realized that he may have made a mistake.
"That is true, but as we speak, I have troops grounding all of your vessels on Gerranic and the moment that we finish this conversation, the attack ships left facing us will be damaged until they can do nothing but limp home. We will try and avoid unnecessary bloodshed, but the Gerranic fleet will not be able to attack anything when we are finished. Run if you want to, General. Here we come."
Enari watched from her vantage point as the Gerranic fleet was punctured, wounded and sent limping home with minimal bloodshed.
She walked to the command chair and stood with one hand on Drion's shoulder. He relaxed and lifted his hand to press her hand with his own grip. It was a thanks for the support she was giving him and she knew without words that his appreciation was sincere.
When the Gerranic were sent retreating back to their world, they turned their attention to Huartha. This was not the first wave of attacks and there was damage to be repaired where those gentle people had been slaughtered by their neighbours.
Enari knew that it would be a while before they returned to Asku and she didn't mind one bit.
Wrapped in his arms in the stateroom that was theirs, she sighed and asked a question that had been burning in her mind. "Why is it that if I am breeding, I cannot travel with you, but until then I am free to do so?"
He smiled and toyed with her hair, one of his favourite practices whenever they were alone. "The Asku use the term bond mates for a very specific reason. If I die in battle and you are not pregnant, you will die with me. If you have a child within, you will survive but need specialized care to assist in your continued health. The bond between mother and child takes precedence over that of husband and wife."
She smiled at the logic. "I thought something else was involved. I checked the widows' roster and there are very few surviving widows in bonded couples. Apparently, it is difficult to get pregnant by an Asku."
"It is a blessing when children appear and a lot of fun trying to get them here, wouldn't you agree?" His hands were stroking carefully between her thighs, parting her before he slid two fingers into her.
"I think that we need all the practice for the actual conception that we can get." She parted her thighs for him and welcomed his thrusting fingers, soon to be replaced by the thrust of his cock.
As he slid into her from behind, she gasped and shivered as he pushed rhythmically into her until the friction on the front of her channel sent her gasps and moans into a sharp shriek.
The walls of the stateroom echoed with their cries of pleasure. Duty was attended to, so it was time to bond and then rest in the arms of the one that they could trust above all.
Nishka looked at the reports and bit her lip. Doron came to peek over her shoulder and sighed.
"You only had the one reservation, dearest."
"I know, but there is no regulation that says I cannot manipulate my sons into the right place at the right time."
"If this backfires, don't come running to me. You will deserve what you get."
Nishka kissed him and then turned back to her research. "There is no way this can backfire. Dirko simply needs to take his considerable charms to Leffuo. Nature should do the rest."
Her bond mate scoffed. "Leffuo? They pride themselves on losing their virginity the moment they are adults. How will he find a mate there?"
She leaned back and smiled. "There is an Asku daughter there and she has been studying law abroad. She is on her way to Leffuo to take on a position as clan mediator."
"A daughter of the Asku? A rare woman indeed."
Nishka tented her fingers and smiled. "A perfect mate for Dirko."
She smiled brilliantly at her husband, the light in her eyes coming out through the tissues of her body as she shared her true appearance with her bond mate.
Doron stripped and came toward her, aroused as he always was by seeing her body garbed in light and power. "You grow more beautiful each day, my Radiance."
"And you more handsome. I wish all of our children this luck and with my luck, I will make sure that they get it." She pressed her lips to his and welcomed his hands removing her gown but leaving the jewels in place. She had earned every one of them and he loved seeing the hard stones and metal against her skin.
He chuckled as her dress struck the floor. "I have no doubt that you will make it come to pass. After all, you managed to put yourself in my path and that has worked out rather well."
"A strange talent for a stranger age. I wish I knew more about my people."
He laughed. "As do I. Imagine what the Asku could do with a few dozen of you."
She stroked her hand down his chest. "You will have to be content with one."
As he lowered his face to hers, he whispered, "I always have been and always will be. My Radiance."
"My Overlord."
The sighs and moans were heartfelt for all that they were not new but well-honed and practiced.
The guards outside the Overlord's quarters smiled and wished for half the love between them and their future bond mates that was present in that chamber. Any more might be overwhelming.
About the Author
Zenina Masters was born in Canada and lives in Canada. She has a regular job and does nothing particularly exciting with her life. She enjoys fishing, silence and the ability to pick and choose friends she can trust. Life is too short to watch your back all the time.
Her writing life is a teeny bit of escapism, she would probably chicken out if confronted by three naked men and looks forward to one day finding out.

