His Human Possession

1 Leti advanced from her slow undulations in the glass cage to put on even more of a show for the emperor’s guests streaming in under a shower of colored lights. She swayed her bare a*s, strutting around in her thigh high black boots, which were the only thing she wore, unless you counted the matching black collar and inch-long fake lashes. Standard petwear in Jujo. She didn’t pay attention at all to the purple, horned giant of a warrior circling silently around behind the entertainment cages. He’s coming for me. Her friend Mina had sent him. Mina had entered the palace with two warriors of her kind—lavender skinned and packed with muscle. Leti couldn’t remember the name of their species. Had Mina ever told her? Had her friend even known? Mina had believed—because Dorhock told her—she was the only one left in the galaxy. He used to glory in owning a female of an extinct species. Said it made her worth a fortune, if he ever decided to sell. Too bad for him, he’d choked on a piece of fruit before he could sell any of his prized pets. She and Mina had been auctioned off for next to nothing with the rest of his assets. To provide the purple warrior with cover and to keep from showing the kick of fear and excitement rushing through her, Leti pressed her bare breasts against the glass and coasted down, then turned and gave an a*s-jiggle fast enough to set the floor on fire. Only months of experience dancing in the ill-fitting high-heeled boots kept her from falling on her a*s. The male had disappeared from her vision. He was coming for her, wasn’t he? No, she knew he was. He had to be. Mina’s appearance was the first good thing that had happened since she arrived in the Jujo hellhole. Tzatzu, the emperor of Jujo, treated his pets far worse than Dorhock did. He punished Leti harshly and only fed her when he deemed her performance good enough. She was given to a different guest every night. Sometimes more than one. It was business to Tzatzu. He wasn’t actually attracted to the female slaves he kept. She wasn’t sure any of the Jujo were, which meant her one weapon—the only weapon a human female in captivity possessed—didn’t work there. She couldn’t s*x them up. But now she had a way out. And the purple warrior, he’d be a different story. She saw the way he adjusted himself when he watched her dance. Well trained and restrained, his face had shown nothing, but his c**k couldn’t lie. The main lights went off and a burst of smoke exploded in front of her cell. The colored pin lights still glittered around the room, illuminating the plumes of gray in an eerie dance. This was it! She whirled and rushed for the door to her cage. The electric barrier buzzed and disappeared and she launched herself out, only to slam into the huge warrior as he came in. Her breasts hit his chest at the same time his hands clamped around her upper arms like iron shackles. Even though she’d fully expected the male, her breath caught in her throat and died at the sheer size and power of him. The scent. Spicy and masculine, with a tinge of smoke and flint. In a single smooth motion, he picked her up, turned and dropped her a few feet to the ground below, jumping down after her. She waited for him, but he caught her upper arm once more, as if afraid she might run away. No, actually, it was to haul her along, because, damn, he ran fast. They streaked out through a back entrance she hadn’t known existed, staying close to the domed wall. The warrior slapped a small air mask over her face and yanked her back against his solid form, head c****d like he was listening. She willed her racing heart to slow, shoved back the dread of being caught. It would mean her death. And the warrior stealing her hadn’t said a word. Was she right to trust him blindly? Just because he’d come in with Mina? A dozen guests of some tiny species tromped by while they waited in the shadow. She took shallow breaths into the mask, not sure if it contained poisoned gas or oxygen. It smelled clean, but the fact that the warrior didn’t use one put her on edge. No, Mina sent him. She’d already made her choice—all she could do now was trust. Even if Mina was now a slave to one of her own species, Leti would rather be enslaved with a friend than in the Jujo shithole. But her friend hadn’t appeared subjugated. She’d been dressed like a princess in regal finery and she seemed...damn happy. The warrior’s c**k twitched against her lower back, reminding her that her earlier assessment had been correct. This male was one she could influence. He appreciated her human form. And she knew how to service his malehood. At least she did if it was similar to the shafts of other various species she’d sucked over the years. “Good girl. Thank you for staying quiet,” he murmured in her ear and blood rushed to the apex of her legs. Apparently she, too, could be influenced by s*x. That was new. Was it his deep velvety voice? Or was it his impressive size and stature? She’d have to be careful with this one. She’d lose her game if she grew greedy for his affection. She’d seen it happen time and time again with Dorhock’s pets. It never ended well. That’s why she had a personal rule to never get emotionally attached. It just provided one more way she could get hurt. He borrowed her face mask and took a pull of oxygen, then replaced it and gripped her arm again, propelling her forward until they ducked into the rear entrance of a hangar. Inside, scores of airships were docked side by side. He angled her body behind his, walking swiftly to one. Despite his huge size, his boots moved silently on the stone floor. The sound of a communication transmission nearby caused him to pull up short, again, shielding her body with his. “All unstationed guards to the atrium,” a voice clipped. Her disappearance had been discovered. “Yes, Captain,” the guard who could only be a few paces away from them, just around the corner, answered. The warrior held her still until they heard the door grind closed, then he hustled her up the ramp onto a gleaming new ship. He spoke into his comms unit. “The female has been safely extracted to the ship.” “Nice work,” answered another deep male voice. “Stay with her there. We can handle things in here.” “Copy that.” He ended the transmission and turned to her. His gaze skittered to her bare breasts, then lower to her bare s*x, lasered free of hair. She made a show of perusing his body like he studied hers, letting her gaze land on the enormous bulge in his pants. He scowled as if he hated what he saw, but she had enough experience to know the look. He thought he couldn’t have her. He’d done his duty rescuing her and now he thought he was stuck standing guard with a boner hard enough to c***k marble. Tend and befriend. That was her second rule of survival as a slave. Reward the male who saved her, keep his interest as long as she needed his protection. She turned on all her weapons. She snaked her arms around his neck, rubbing her breasts against his broad chest as she swayed her hips in a slow dance. His body went rigid, horns stiffened. “What are you doing?” he choked. His c**k lurched against her belly, hard and impressive in size. She kept up her swaying, brought her lips to the patch of skin above his collar. “Thank you,” she breathed. “For saving me.” She wasn’t above playing every weak submissive female card she had. “Get off me,” he ground out through clenched teeth. Something about his irritation made her all the more determined to seduce him. She stood on her tiptoes and nipped his ear. “Stop, female,” he growled. Reaching behind his neck, he grabbed one of her wrists, disentangling it from his nape. In two seconds flat, he slapped a pair of prison cuffs on her wrists and had them magnetized to the wall in front of her. His huge hand clapped down on her a*s. The stinging blow went straight to her core. Her p***y clenched, excitement zinging down her inner thighs. She’d jumped on impact, but put herself back in position for him. More, please. This played perfectly into her game. The act of punishing could be erotic for a male. It wasn’t that she wanted him to continue because of her own arousal. At all. No, creating any kind of bond with her master was the key to an easier existence as a slave. Sometimes even to survival. It seemed to work. His hand cracked down again and again, the loud slaps echoing off the metal walls of the ship, his harsh breaths betraying the effect it had on him. She tried to ignore the effect it had on her, but every smack sent a fresh sizzle of excitement through her body. She twitched her thighs together to alleviate the throb in her clit. He stopped and roughly squeezed one of her buttcheeks with an audible inhale. “You’re aroused.” He sounded surprised. “So it’s true that human females enjoy pain?” She struggled to catch her breath. “Some.” ~.~ Some. Paal fought back the blinding need to veck the little human until she screamed. That’s what she wanted. She’d been trying to play him, rubbing those taut n*****s all across his uniform. What was her game? Still, he couldn’t resist sliding his fingers between her legs to feel the arousal he’d scented from her. Glorious nectar dripped from her swollen folds. His pulse kicked up three notches. She jerked but held still for his touch, same as she had when he’d s*****d her. Inhaling in deep, measured breaths, she leaned her forehead against the cool metal surface. Stars, she was beautiful. He couldn’t deny what her surrender did to him, even as part of him rebelled at falling into her trap. Whatever that trap may be. He didn’t like a female who used her wiles to ensnare a man. Females like his mother. “Some females or some pain?” He barely recognized his voice. “Yes.” Her husky laugh went straight to his already hard c**k. “Both.” Because touching her dripping p***y drove him wild, he pulled away and slapped her a*s again. Holy Zandian star, he had no idea s******g a female could be so satisfying. Damn. He slapped again. Each c***k of flesh on flesh, every sharp intake of breath she gave made him dizzy with l**t. The bloom of his red prints on her caramel skin gleamed, attesting his ownership. Veck if he didn’t want a slave of his own. Too bad their ruler, Prince Zander, didn’t allow the keeping of slaves since he’d mated and freed his human female. “Why don’t you put me on my knees, Master?” Her voice dripped s*x woven into temptation. “I’ll show you my thanks.” He grasped one of her pigtails and growled, “I’m not your master.” Un-vecking-fortunately. Despite his assertion, he demagnetized the handcuffs from the wall and refastened them behind her back. Then, he backed himself into a nearby flight chair and pushed Leti to her knees before him. Because, hell, she had offered, hadn’t she? And even though a smarter warrior would lock her in one of the ship’s cabins to remove all temptation, he was just dying to know how that lush mouth would feel around his thickened c**k. And—oh, stars—the female knew exactly what she was doing! She had been perfectly trained, because she sat back on her booted heels and parted her thighs to give him the full view of her dewy s*x right before she leaned forward and opened her generous mouth. Her plump lips closed around the head of his c**k and his eyes rolled back in his head. Need. Want. She took him deeper, her tongue stroking the underside of his rock hard member. Veck, yes!