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enhancing his pleasure. His tongue would have been studded,
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too, to bring her greater pleasure when he licked her nipples,
her cunt. He knew now that he wanted, or needed, that. He
longed to possess her fully and know she possessed him, too.
He pictured them kneeling in the glade on Luna Ten,
repeating the ritual of centuries long past, pledging
themselves to each other and each other alone, Master and
slave. He'd take his razor-sharp scimitar and detach the
flogger that now bobbed atop her shining head, accept her
gift and make it his own. At that thought, his balls tightened
painfully beneath her seeking fingers.
Shedir closed his fist around the flogger and raised
Doreen's shapely head. "Rise. If you pay me much more
homage, I'll spill my seed where it cannot take root." The
slight risk of being detected by his superiors seemed less
important than wasting his seed. Though he wasn't ready yet
to say the words, he doubted he'd ever be able to leave
Doreen long enough to continue his ascendancy with the Star
Command.
Seeing Conan, knowing they'd mutilated him in spite of his
years of faithful service to the Federation, had Shedir
reassessing his goals. Though he'd thought fleetingly before
of injustices he witnessed every day on Earth, he now found
himself questioning the rules, believing many of them were
born more of cruelty than the need to preserve humankind as
the Rulers insisted.
"Do you not enjoy me, Master?"
He'd have time for solitary consideration later, after he left
her to patrol the Eastern District. Shedir let go the braided
topknot of Doreen's hair. He pressed his fingers against her
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satiny scalp, finding and caressing the zones he found erotic
on his own head, along her delicate occipital bone and on the
seams where the plates of her skull had grown together. Her
sighs of pleasure and the increased vigor with which she
caressed him told him she too found his touch on her shaven
scalp arousing. "I loved your long hair, but I love you more
without it."
"I'm glad. Please, tie me up and fuck me. Fuck me hard.
Take the flogger and use it to stripe my ass."
"All in good time." Shedir caught her wrists, hooked a
chain through the loops on each one, dragged them toward
the floor, and secured them to a sturdy hook on the lower
console a hook meant for hanging navigational aids but
perfectly positioned for his purposes. "Kneel and present your
pretty ass for my pleasure." Taking up a long, slender cord,
he looped it through the hasp of one ankle bracelet, threaded
it through her collar and around to the other ankle, tethering
her to her own collar.
"Don't move. I'd not hurt your pretty throat." Shedir knelt
between Doreen's widespread legs, bending to run his tongue
over her incredibly silky buttocks. Her little whimpers told him
she liked that. A lot. Pausing, he raised his head. Gods but
she had him hard as steel. He rubbed his cock along her
swollen, glistening slit, debating with himself for a moment
whether to take her cunt or her inviting, incredibly tight ass.
She decided for him, luring his cock, sucking it in,
caressing it within the slick, hot walls of her cunt. Taking him
completely. He slid his hands beneath her body, finding her
breasts, tugging at the hard nubs of her nipples as he bent
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over her, nipping and sucking her newly bared scalp, toying
with the diamonds in her earlobes. Despite her bonds, she
lifted her hips to his thrusts, clamping down on his cock head
as her orgasm began deep within her cunt.
He held out as long as he could, fucking her hard, then
gentler, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers, sucking her earlobes, her scalp, biting the
juncture of her head and neck, above the collar that marked
her his. She'd come more times than he'd counted when he
could last no more. He came in short, staccato bursts,
flooding her womb with his essence, letting her milk him until
she'd taken all he had to give.
There was no way in this lifetime that Shedir was going to
let Doreen go.
* * * *
The glade at Luna Ten was even more beautiful than she
remembered. Fragrant, peaceful, and incredibly erotic. Plump
peaches were starting to ripen on the trees in the adjacent
orchard. Doreen stood in the glade facing Shedir, loving that
he'd consented to be her mate. Loving him. Understanding
she'd have to share him with the Star Command, at least for
now. She smiled at Aloysius and Argus, glad she'd asked her
friends to preside over the sacred mating ritual Shedir had
wanted to take place now, before he left Luna Ten on a patrol
that would take him temporarily back to Earth.
Her stiffened braid swung in a gentle breeze, tickling her
naked back, reminding her it would soon be Shedir's to do
with as he chose. Her nipples tightened when he looked down
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at them, his tongue darting out from the corner of his sensual
mouth as if he could hardly wait to lick and suck her there.
Gods but she hoped he'd have time before he left to fuck her
properly, stroke her with steel and velvet the way she'd be
stroking him.
"Are you ready, Master?" Aloysius asked, bowing before
Shedir while Argus worked the ceremonial double dildo into
Doreen's cunt and ass.
Shedir nodded, his gaze locked with hers. "Kneel, slave,
before your Master." When she did, he also dropped to his
knees. "As I will always bow to the needs of my beloved
slave." He took Doreen's hands and held them, his grip strong
and sure.
Doreen welcomed the sharp sting when Aloysius plunged a
needle through her tongue and inserted the evidence of
bonding. Shedir's hands shook, but he held on while Argus
pierced him and inserted an identical titanium tongue ring. An
icy-feeling spray worked wonders to ease the pain of the old-
fashioned tongue piercing.
When her Master rose, Doreen took his cock in her mouth.
He lifted the flogger. Cold steel grazed her scalp, its razor-
sharp blade severing the symbol of her willing servitude.
Slowly, as if he took one strand at a time. Gently, though his
blade of choice was a wicked looking scimitar his ancestors
might have used to lop the heads off those who displeased
them. She licked him, memorizing his taste for the time,
coming soon now, when he'd be gone. The heat of the stars
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