Erotic Science Fiction Ebook

     Her flesh smelled sweet and young, and he knew she would taste good. Her looks were drop-dead exquisite, and not in a slimy sophisticated way. Feminine mouth, soft pearly eyes, breasts round and shaping her vest in an enticing eye-catching way. This chicky was a woman, pure female to his male. Small, but curving body parts all over. She had a handful of an ass, tight and round. Her hips were there, something to grab onto. All packaged in creamy white skin, fluffy shoulder length tawny hair, and hazel eyes that were vivid in blues and greens.

     She also had a man . . . or he had her. Tall man, rough looking man with tired eyes. That man of hers would have a cruel streak a mile deep, Callis thought. Then, he used his muscular wrists to rattle the heavy chains that he was restrained under, and his woman glanced at him for the first time.

     Her gaze reacted instantly, returning again to check and make sure that she liked what she saw. He knew he was a hard man to look at. To gauge. Although, this chicky was not investigating him for intellectual stimulation. She was rechecking his attractiveness to her. Six-foot two hundred twenty pounds of tough male muscle, turned her head.

     Oh yeah . . . there was interest there. Here. Together. Both sides. What a vicious trick God played on him, to send him something this beautiful, owned by another guy. Owned being the appropriate word here. His baby chicky, didn’t like the guy. Too rough . . . perverted by the looks of him. Hmmm, Christ, she smelled good enough to eat.

     "That big, bad-assed, bald guy over there, named Callis. Chained in that cage. He is a prisoner, and everyone here is ordered to stay at least five feet from his cage," Captain Rith stated to the group of people gathered in the transport bay.

     Candy looked at the prisoner again, who had brown bedroom eyes and lips that were sinfully full-bodied for a man, but strikingly masculine. He was a body builder, a welterweight, a man of physical endurance. Strong. Powerful. Hard.

    "Getting your eyes full?" Bonner rasped in her ear as his large hand clamped over the back of her neck with a heavily possessive squeeze. Candy winced, but did not move. Trying to shake it off would have brought unwanted repercussions, so she endured. No choice really. She licked her lips, lowering her gaze quickly downward, not moving otherwise.

     The tongue Bonner wetted her ear with was hot . . . invasive, as he crowded his hip against hers, letting her know that he was hard. Cock hard in his pants. Waiting. Soon. Always soon. Too soon . . . to fast . . . too hard.

     The others left the cargo bay to find their compartments, but Bonner held her back. He forced her head upward and she could see that he wanted sex now. His eyes dripped with it. He would not be denied. Candy glanced at Callis over Bonner’s shoulder, suddenly knowing that she did not want Callis to see this. But that was Bonner’s point. That was Bonner’s need.

     "Not here," she tried foolishly, even as Bonner shoved her downward onto her knees. He grabbed her top as she lowered, to tug it upward over her breasts. Baring them. Right there in front of Callis, behind them. Still, Callis probably could not see, because she knelt in front of Bonner’s legs. But of course then Bonner grabbed her hair like a leash, tugging her around on her knees. Crawling. Then, Callis could see.

     Lona-Bell nearly gaped as the Fallon Lords with their guards behind them and Victor at their side, strode into the palace receiving room. She could just see over the tops of the heads, of the women standing on the five tiers of wide steps below her. The Fallon Lords were barbarian warriors, it was certain. Strong, tall, masculine. She had never seen men such as these before. Both men had hair colored as pitch black as coal, scraped back tightly on their heads and fashioned into one thick braid that reached down to their lower backs. Each of their black-vested uniforms, were sleeveless, with wide-open V’s across their chests, that showed tanned muscles, tanned faces, and tanned bulging upper arms. One man’s chest was hairy, and the other man’s chest was smooth.

     Lona-Bell turned her gaze back to their faces. Each man wore some type of dangling silver earring in their right earlobe, and each man was as different as they were the same. One had a hard dimple in his chin, the other a dimple in the hollow of his cheek. One man’s nose was slightly crooked, the other man’s nose was proud and their eyes, which were looking exactly in the direction she was standing, were both vividly green. Goose-bumps raced across all of her skin. Surely they could not see her, in the midst of all these women.

     What would they do to her, they were so large and powerfully aggressive looking? But then one of them took the other man’s hand in his and leaned his shoulder close to the other. Her eyelids flared wide and she suddenly grew calmer. Taking a deep breath, she realized these two men cared for each other. And if they cared for each other, perhaps, they could care for her-. Abruptly, the women in front of her parted, leaving her standing alone on the top of the stairway.

     Talum grabbed Braun’s forearm and held onto Braun’s hand, with a gesture of strength between them, as Braun’s exclamation rang in his mind. "Remember they are a different culture, Braun."

     Talum closed his eyes briefly. She did not do this willingly. He could see her small hands trying to cover the chains between her thighs. Every man here could see! Braun abruptly growled and called an order tersely beside him. In moments Spane brought forward one of the bride’s gifts. A cloak of the purest white fur.

     "Lona-Bell! Meet your new masters," Victor shouted at their side.

     And then their beautiful bride to be, went down on her knees-!

     "No!" Braun shouted striding past Victor and toward the steps. Talum grabbed the fur from a livid Spane and followed.

    "No Fallon wife calls her men master!" Braun shouted.

    "And no Fallon wife kneels to any man!" Talum shouted as they reached Lona-Bell. She was frightened. So frightened, she was shaking, looking up at them from on her knees.

    "Now just a minute!" Victor shouted behind them.

    Both men ignored Victor as they came down on their knees before Lona-Bell. She nearly scooted back away from them. They could both see that.

    "If you kneel, we kneel!" Braun said.

    "Please, hearts light, take this gift from us to warm you," Talum said. He reached forward with the cloak and Lona-Bell flinched bowing her head. But Braun caught the other side of the fur and they both brought the cloak around her slender shoulders.

    "She is our offering to you!" Victor huffed beside them. "She presents herself to you as an obedient . . ."

     Braun interrupted him, "Enough! We have different customs." 
     "It is a grave insult to stand higher than a Fallon Lord the way you are," Talum added.

     Lona-Bell peeked up at them as Victor sputtered behind them. "You mean for me to kneel?"

     Braun and Talum grinned at Lona-Bell. "No consulate," Braun said. "We wish our future wife to stand beside us."

     "Well then, get up you little bitc—ahum . . ." Victor cleared his throat abruptly as both men stood with Lona-Bell carried with them. "I mean, little lovely bride!" Victor snapped. Then he turned aside clapping his hands. "Bring the refreshments!"

     "I believe, that little parasite, nearly called our wife a bitch," Braun growled. "Future, wife," Talum replied.

     "It is one and the same," Braun hissed, looking down at Lona-Bell. "I am frightening you," he finished heavily.

     "I do not know," Lona-Bell said quietly.

     "Well this is something to build on," Braun said firmly. Lona-Bell nearly smiled as Braun continued to ask, "Tell me is it proper among you to call women this name or to-to . . ." Braun looked down at the white fur covering her. She was so petite of height even in her high heeled sandals that the cloak spilled on the ground around her feet. "Never mind," he finished in a mutter.

     "To dress like this?" she queried.

     "Yes," Talum said looking around. "All the other women do not seem too-um . . ."

     "Dress like this," Lona-Bell offered.

     "Well yes," Talum said as he put his arm around her shoulder lightly, feeling her stiffen, but not letting that stop him.

     "Does it not, please you?" Lona-Bell asked tensely.

     "Alone in our bedchamber," Talum said.

     "Greatly," Braun finished.

     Lona-Bell laughed and looked surprised that she did. "Do you always finish each others thoughts?"

     "No. Yes," they said simultaneously and laughed.