Her Alien Masters
Ann Jacobs
Book 6 in the Pleasure Partners series.
Garnet wants great wealth—and finds it in her new Master, the golden alien Romulus. But she soon learns Romulus also has a male slave, Antonio, his life companion. When they were young, Antonio was modified to be a near-perfect duplicate of his Master. Their bond is strong and Romulus expects Garnet to welcome Antonio into their bed. Though sex with the two men is wonderful, Garnet wants her mate all to herself. Romulus has two jealous lovers on his hands. Wishing to make Garnet happy, he gifts Antonio with his own eunuch as a compromise…but Romulus misses him deeply. As Garnet’s love for Romulus grows, so does her need to make him happy as well. Her solution? All four of them—living together, sleeping together, loving together. Always.
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Her Alien Masters
Ann Jacobs
Prologue
The bridegroom cometh. Eli the jeweler stood with Obsidion’s most successful matchmaker, his hand on her shoulder as they watched his daughter Garnet’s future mate stride up the walkway toward the matchmaker’s small, inviting home. Eli wasn’t certain that Meredith, an Earthling displaced long ago to Obsidion, had done right this time when she matched Garnet with this gold-hued Aurelionian. “Are you sure, Meredith?” She gave Eli’s hand a reassuring pat. “There is no man on this planet as rich as Romulus. Your Garnet swore she wants great wealth above all else, and Romulus is the richest man on the planet. Relax, my friend. I wouldn’t have made this match if I weren’t certain.” Eli let out his breath. There was no need to be nervous. Meredith was a good friend, she wouldn’t take a chance on Garnet’s happiness, any more than she had with Emerald’s, Eli’s eldest daughter. She’d matched her with Obsidion’s crown prince, Arik. Despite learning last week at their mating that the prince had become horribly disfigured during the time he’d spent in exile from Obsidion, Emerald had assured Eli each time they’d spoken that she was thrilled with her mate and wouldn’t trade him for any other man. He might as well face it. Meredith was uncanny in her ability to find the best possible mate for each of her clients, even when it didn’t seem that way at first. Eli made himself stop staring at the Aurelonian’s smooth, hairless, burnished-gold skin that rivaled the deep tone on one of the designer pieces he had in his shop. Eli had to admit Romulus was attractive enough. He might even call the man handsome, now that he’d gotten past the shock of the unusual, otherworldly coloring that made it obvious that, unlike most residents of Obsidion, his family had not relocated here from Earth. Eli vowed to concentrate on the positive aspects of Garnet’s upcoming betrothal. One was that the Aurelonian sex-slave dealer wasn’t asking for a ruinous dowry. That was a huge point in his favor, as buying the prince for Emerald had nearly paupered him. “I know you wouldn’t steer me wrong, Meredith. And I do trust you. Let us meet Romulus at the door and make him welcome. We wouldn’t want to insult the richest man on Obsidion. I’m certain that if you think so, Romulus will make Garnet ecstatically happy.”
***** Romulus sighed. From the way Antonio was pouting, it promised to be a long, annoying evening. He hadn’t realized until he announced his plan to take an Obsidion woman as his mate that his body slave and life companion since his thirteenth birthday had the propensity to be so petulant. No matter. Romulus knew how to placate Antonio. He stripped down and strode into the bathing room where his slave was bouncing curses off the mirrored walls of the shower stall. As always, the sight of Antonio’s tempting golden ass brought Romulus to instant arousal. When he grabbed Antonio from behind and tweaked the ring in his right nipple, the slave quieted and turned in his arms. Romulus claimed Antonio’s mouth and tongue-fucked him, using his hands to press the other man’s groin against his own. They fit together perfectly, cock to cock, thigh to thigh, as lovers should. Their nipple rings caught on each other, tugged playfully against their flesh when they moved, turning his nipples and his slave’s rock-hard in the process. He loved the closeness, almost as much as he loved sinking his cock inside his slave’s submissive asshole. Almost as much as he enjoyed pressing his slave’s muscular body beneath him and feeling the heat of his smooth, golden skin against his own. “On your hands and knees, slave,” Romulus ordered, his voice hoarse with the need to reassure Antonio he would always come first. Water streamed over them when Romulus followed Antonio to the hard, tile shower floor, warm and wet. Steam blurred his vision as he grasped his slave’s muscular buttocks and drove into his tight, welcoming ass. “You think I’d give this up for a mere woman? Think again.” “Then why, Master? Why take a mate at all?” Antonio held himself steady for Romulus’ slow, deep thrusts, letting out a little sigh when Romulus reached down, curled the fingers of one hand around his slender cock and began a rhythmic motion. “We live on Obsidion now. It’s expected that I will mate and produce heirs. As much as I enjoy this…” He thrust harder, faster, keeping up the pace with his hand on his lover’s cock. “As much as I love you, I don’t delude myself into believing you could help me ensure my immortality.” Romulus felt his climax coming, the boiling up of heat low in his belly, the urgency building. “Come now, slave.” Tonight he wanted Antonio to release with him. “I promise the love I feel for you will never change.”
***** Later in their massive bed, Romulus lay against the pillows, Antonio held tightly against his chest. Sated, he ran one hand over the slave’s golden scalp and smooth, muscular throat, stopping
briefly to circle his nipples with a finger before moving lower and finding the thick cock ring that was Antonio’s pride and joy. “Do you remember when I gave you this?” he asked lazily. “Yes, Master.” It had been the week of Romulus’ fifteenth birthday, after he’d been pierced and presented with the platinum cock jewelry he’d worn since that time. The following week, knowing his slave had been envious yet fearful of defying the Aurelonian law that forbid the piercing of body slaves, Romulus had bought the gold ring and presented it to Antonio. The slave had worn it ever since, surrounding his slender cock and low-hanging testicles. “I’ve always loved the way it makes your flesh stand out for me.” “I know. That’s why I never take it off.” Romulus gave his lover’s cock an affectionate squeeze. “We’ve been together a long time. I find it hard to believe you worry just because I plan to take a mate.” “Have you ever had a woman, Master?” “No.” On Aurelion, decent men did not fuck women. “You know that back home such things were forbidden.” “But here? You have access to hundreds of female slaves. I’ve often wondered—” “Cease this idiocy. I do not mix business with pleasure. I have never contemplated sampling the wares in my emporiums, either female or eunuch. Get it through your head. I will mate with the Obsidion woman to produce heirs and satisfy expectations of my fellow businessmen on this planet where we’ve made our home. Not because I have any desire to fuck her or anyone else—only you.” Antonio turned and met his gaze. “I thank you for saying that, Master, but I believe you may be deluding yourself. No, please say no more, I will try to hide my distress.” After Antonio drifted off to sleep, Romulus lay beside him and gazed through the skylight at Obsidion’s famous glowing moons. He couldn’t help wondering if he’d made a mistake, if he’d be sorry for trying to fit in with the people of the Pleasure Planet where he’d made his home and his fortune.
Chapter One Nearly a year later
“What will become of me?” Antonio asked, his expression clouded as he attended Romulus at his bath in preparation for his mating ceremony. “For the sake of all the gods in the universe, quit whining.” Occasionally Romulus thought the Aurelonian physician who had turned his personal slave into a virtual duplicate of himself had done a faulty job, especially at times like this, when Antonio seemed so…needy. “Just because I’m taking a mate does not mean I intend to dispense with you.” Romulus and Antonio had grown up together. They had shared every milestone, every dream, since Antonio had been given to Romulus and modified in his image on the occasion of Romulus’ attaining puberty. It had always puzzled Romulus that here in his adopted homeland, the practice of modifying a slave to resemble his owner was forbidden—lumped in with cloning, which was an entirely different thing. Conversely, the making and selling of eunuch sex slaves was considered a respectable business. Obsidion’s kings habitually made complete eunuchs of their younger sons to secure the succession for the elder ones. Romulus shook his head, unable to reconcile that, while the king encouraged businessmen like himself to make their fortunes by dealing in altered sex slaves, even altering them especially to meet specific desires of their customers, the practice of modifying one to look and think like his owner was punishable by death. When he glanced in the mirror, he saw Antonio standing beside him. Other than the two-year difference in their ages, he and his slave were practically identical in every way but one. Only Romulus could pass along his genes to the next generation. Only he could procreate in the way of Obsidion’s people—male to female, in the ways the Old Ones on their home planet had employed before science had advanced to the point that having sex with one’s mate was unnecessary for the continuation of the species. Having sex with one’s mate was forbidden on Aurelion. Here on Obsidion, tradition forced Romulus to take a female as mate and to fuck her the old-fashioned way to get his heirs. Fortunately he had found Meredith, the matchmaker who supposedly had never made an unsuccessful match. She’d assured him when she’d taken his money and matched him with the jeweler’s
second daughter that she had found him the best life mate his substantial wealth could buy. The mating would even provide him a connection with Obsidion’s ruling family through her sister’s recent mating with Crown Prince Arik. That connection might come in handy, considering that his business depended on the king to create a favorable climate for the sex trade. In a little while he’d have to go to Garnet—the matchmaker had mentioned that was her name—and take part in the strange ritual of an Obsidion mating ceremony. The downside to mating that way was that Romulus would have to actually mate with his bride in person. He’d have to fuck her cunt the way he fucked Antonio’s tight ass. Worse, because of the damnable customs on Obsidion, he’d have to do it in the presence of her father and a hall full of witnesses. Afterward, he’d be expected to take her home and let her share his bed. Not to mention that he’d have to fuck her every day until he succeeded in putting a baby in her belly. He could do it. He had to. Romulus had made his fortune on Obsidion and he had no desire to abandon his very profitable business. Besides, it wasn’t as though he couldn’t fuck a woman. He’d proven to himself that he could just two nights ago, when he’d summoned one of the sex slaves from his finest emporium, just to be sure. She’d been thrilled to service her Master. The buxom redhead, newly arrived from the Federation of Earth and not yet broken in to service, had been soft and willing enough to do his bidding. She’d clamped on to his cock with lush lips and sucked out his seed as well as Antonio could. She had spread her legs and offered him her cunt. Warm, wet and inviting, her flesh had milked his. That had brought him pleasure, if not quite the degree of ecstasy he enjoyed when he buried his cock in his body slave’s receptive ass. Since he’d lived on Obsidion, Romulus had judiciously hidden the existence of Antonio from those with whom he lived and did business. He hadn’t dared risk incurring the wrath of his future mate’s royal in-laws by flouting the law that forbade the making and keeping of slaves who were basically duplicates of their Masters. At one time he’d considered passing Antonio off as a younger brother, but if he’d done that he’d have risked having to explain how it was that his brother shared his bed. It struck Romulus as ironic that he’d made his fortune catering to the varied sexual perversions of those from the far reaches of the galaxy but could not publicly indulge his own preference in bed partners, a preference perfectly acceptable, even expected, on his home planet but strictly forbidden on Obsidion. Romulus had come to the Pleasure Planet and made it his own. Now he had to leave behind the traditions that had been part of his life before he’d fled Aurelion. He needed a consort he could flaunt publicly in fashionable salons on Obsidion. And he needed an heir to carry on once his own life ended. A boy. Romulus closed his eyes, imagining how he’d eventually return to Aurelion with his son, this time as a tourist. What joy he’d see on that as yet unborn boy’s face when the child received his own personal slave—a playmate and lover modified to be his almost exact double yet subservient to his every wish!
Pity Romulus couldn’t do as he would have done if he’d stayed on Aurelion, where men of class confined their mates to breeding farms and impregnated them by artificial insemination while they took their pleasure with their body slaves. “Why must you take a mate? Do I not satisfy you?” Antonio’s petulant expression and whining tone dragged Romulus forcibly back to the present. Although he managed for the moment to keep his cool, he doubted his calm demeanor would survive for long. Though he loved Antonio—an emotion that didn’t surprise him since they had been together so long—he had a way of getting on his nerves when his mind moved out of synch with Romulus’ own. “Stop your complaining. We’ve discussed this a hundred times and I’m sick of it. You remind me of a sniveling girl.” Antonio sniffed. “Your new mate will be a sniveling girl.” Why must Antonio pick this particular time to grow possessive? “Of course you please me. How could you not? Still, we now live on Obsidion, and custom demands that I—we—take a female mate. We will still be of one mind, one body. Garnet will merely be a new toy for both of us to enjoy.” “I am not certain…” Romulus slammed his fist onto the table so hard it set the mirror above it to shaking against the wall. “Enough already. I will not discuss this again. Remember you owe me absolute obedience. Shut up and finish my grooming. This is our home now. I must take a mate to get heirs and cement my place here among the elite of planet Obsidion. I doubt the jeweler’s daughter will supplant you in my affection. After all, in a manner of speaking, you are as close to being me as the surgeons back home could manage. Times like this, I think they did a damn poor job of synching your brain with mine, though.” “Tell me you prefer my tight asshole to any woman’s cunt.” Antonio shot Romulus a complacent grin, as though he knew the truth of what he said. “Admit it.” “Enough! It won’t do for me to be late to my mating.” Truth be told, Romulus did favor his slave’s asshole. Still his cock twitched when he anticipated taking his mate for the first time. Garnet would doubtless be less used than the pleasure giver he’d sampled the other night. Nonetheless she was a female and thus inferior, to his Aurelonian way of thinking. “If not for me, Master, you would have been gelded to serve in the bedchambers of your cousin, the king,” Antonio reminded him, his tone petulant. “I hardly need reminding of that.” Romulus shuddered, even now after so many years had passed, every time he thought about his narrow escape from the royal surgeon’s knife.
Antonio had overheard their king commanding Romulus’ castration. He’d hastened to warn Romulus of his impending fate. Together they had led their pursuers on a frantic chase before managing to stow away on a transporter bound for Obsidion, leaving their childhood home behind forever. Antonio gestured about the opulent chamber where Romulus would soon bring his mate. “My life since then has been spent hidden away within these four walls, seeing no one but you.” Antonio closed his fingers around Romulus’ cock, his hand shaking slightly as though he could barely control his emotions. Romulus couldn’t help his reaction or control the swelling of his flesh at his slave’s arousing touch. But now was hardly an appropriate occasion to slake his lust. “Stop that. We’ve no time. Change my cock jewelry and be done with it. It would insult my mate and her family if I were not to appear for the ceremony at the appointed hour.” Antonio pouted, but he stopped his teasing and efficiently removed the thick platinum ring from his Master’s Prince Albert piercing and the matching barbells that decorated his frenum ladder. “Puny jewels, these,” he said as he inserted the bride-gifts, gleaming pure gold set with highly polished cabochon garnets. The dozen barbells marched down the underside of Romulus’ cock and along the center of his ball sac. “One would think she’d have known the gold settings would not show up well against an Aurelonian’s golden skin…” “One would think my body slave would have learned his place after so many years. Stow your comments and get a move on. I don’t intend to be late for my mating.” Romulus placed the gold and garnet coronet—also a gift from his future mate—atop his head, noting the truth of how the polished metal blended with the burnished gold tone of his skin. Sighing, he stood, determined to do what he had to do. He’d take the jeweler’s daughter in the manner of the Obsidion people. Because he knew the woman would be wedding him for his wealth, he told himself she would readily do as he bid. She would be a proper slave as long as he kept her in jewels, furs and rare tidbits from the far reaches of the galaxy. “After our mating, I will introduce her to you. Know this, my beloved Antonio. Though you must stay here, you will be an unseen third party to the vows we take.” Garnet would find wealth, all right. A wealth of Aurelonian mates as well as the gold and other possessions for which she lusted. Romulus chuckled as he pictured their first threesome, though he wasn’t all that certain his bride would take calmly to the ménage he had in mind. From the whispers he’d heard since their betrothal was announced, he gathered that Garnet was a feisty creature who thought to rule him, not be ruled. He would show her differently. Standing, he strode to the door, but he pierced his slave with a stern gaze then bent and briefly sucked his cock. “Wait here, Antonio. I will return.”
***** “Come, Garnet, you’ve no time for daydreaming. Your mate awaits you.” Pearl let go of the door hangings that hid them from the guests assembled in their father’s receiving hall. “He is magnificent.” “What does he look like?” “Gold. Pure, burnished gold that’s been buffed to a lustrous sheen. His cock is long and thick—almost as princely as Arik’s. He’s wearing your bride gifts. The cabochon garnets glow nicely against his golden skin, especially the green ones.” Crown Princess Emerald spoke without apparent envy as she shot a loving gaze toward her princely mate who stood beside her, resplendent in black velvet, a diamond coronet perched over his glossy, raven-black hair. “The cock jewels were Father’s gifts. Does he also wear the coronet I chose for him?” It still stung Garnet a little that her father had gifted Emerald’s prince with diamonds and platinum, even though she had to admit the diamonds had been a proper gift for the heir to the Diamond Throne. She soothed her ego by reminding herself Arik had chosen to mate with Emerald, not naked as tradition dictated, but encased in a fearsome leather bodysuit that had only bared his long, thick cock. His shamefully unadorned cock. “Yes. The gold shines brighter than the burnished gold of his skin.” “The man is gold. Pure gold. Wait ’til he takes you with that long, thick cock. You will be a happy woman, that’s certain.” Pearl arranged Garnet’s translucent veil and secured it to her head with an elaborate jeweled tiara that matched the coronet on Romulus’ smooth golden skull. “There. Go quickly now. Lay yourself down before your Master on the altar of submission.” Pearl, soon to be mated with the sexbot-maker’s son, seemed to think of nothing but having her cunt invaded by a hot male cock or cocks, for she often said she’d not only take her mate but all his high-tech bots as well. Garnet wanted more. Though she’d willingly accommodate her mate’s carnal desires, what she wanted most was access to his wealth. A constant shower of jewels and furs, the houseful of treasures and servants that awaited her— Oh gods! Those servants would include the pleasure givers who worked in his famed emporiums. Would Romulus expect her to welcome them to their bed along with him? Surely not. She doubted even Emerald, who occasionally whispered about the incredible pleasures to be had from her mate when he had the palace eunuchs join in their carnal games, would approve of that. After all, well-brought-up women on Obsidion did not consort with the sex slaves who plied their trade on the Street of Pleasure.
It didn’t matter. She’d make certain Romulus was so besotted with her that he’d never even think of summoning any of his sex slaves. Garnet smiled from behind the translucent veil that did little to hide her nakedness from the celebrants and guests. No way would she show fear or nervousness. Mating was a ritual to be anticipated, not feared. It is the handover of a woman’s life, her identity, to her life mate, daughter. Her father’s words, spoken last night when he counseled her about her duties, rang in her ears. Tradition be damned. Garnet had no intention of giving up her own identity or sharing the owner of Obsidion’s sex slave emporiums with anyone, be they male, female or neutered. The silken bonds her attendants placed about her arms and legs once she’d lain on the altar were merely symbols of subservience that had long been outdated as far as she was concerned. She had no intention of living a life of servitude, however pleasurable some women apparently believed such a life might be. No, Garnet would rule her own house. She’d use her considerable charms to woo her fabulously wealthy mate. She’d bind him to her and her alone. Romulus could use his sex slaves to make them yet more wealth—she had no problem at all with that—but his cock would belong to her alone.
***** By the gods, her Aurelonian took her breath away when he strode up to her in the mating chamber. Naked and hard-muscled, he looked like a living statue hewn from pure, burnished shades of gold. Garnet gasped at the sight of him. The large gold ring that dangled from his left nipple looked almost as if it were part of his flesh, only lighter and smoother. By all the gods, he was perfection, from his perfectly formed skull to his long, slender fingers and toes. Her cunt clenched when she imagined his huge bejeweled cock invading her there, filling her with his seed. His golden cock. Long and thick, its blunt tip glistened like a rare, succulent apricot from the orchards of Earth’s Federation. The rings she’d sent him shone, paler in tone than his burnished-gold flesh. Alien but beautiful like the rest of him, the blatant symbol of his maleness drew her gaze as he approached the altar through a haze of smoldering incense. She was glad to see he wore all the gifts she’d chosen. Had he needed to visit Leander the barber to have his cock and balls pierced to accommodate them? Or had he already worn the types of jewelry Daddy had told her were customary for the men from Aurelion as well as most males from Earth’s Federation? Her namesake gemstones glowed deep red and mottled green in the bright light, contrasting with the warm golden hue of the settings and the deeper tones of his flesh. The jewels, though not as rare as the diamonds and emeralds her father had given Emerald’s prince, were the perfect foil for the Aurelionian’s big jutting cock and low-hanging testicles. He had no hair. Anywhere. His golden head glistened as though he’d just polished it. His cheeks and throat looked smooth, touchable. Other than his nipples and his sex with their darker, textured look
of rose gold, his muscular body looked as smooth as the finest satin. Yes, Meredith the matchmaker had found Garnet a fit mate. Romulus. It didn’t matter that he came from the planet Aurelion, or that he wasn’t precisely human, wasn’t descended from the Earthlings who had relocated here a couple of generations earlier. What mattered was that Romulus was now the richest man on Obsidion from his business as purveyor of sex slaves for sale and rent. Yes, he was the ideal mate to provide Garnet with all the riches her heart desired. His close scrutiny heated her skin, made her cunt clench with anticipation for the mating. The elderly priest cleared his throat. “My lord Romulus, may we prepare this woman to be your life mate?” “Yes. I am ready.” Apparently her future mate was a man of few words. His deep, mellow voice, however, seduced her despite her determination to maintain her self-control. The haze from incense that surrounded the altar must be laced with some aphrodisiac, because Garnet noticed how her nipples tingled. Her cunt grew hotter and wetter by the second. These new, arousing sensations kept intensifying. They practically robbed her of the ability to think, to the point that she barely noticed when Emerald and Pearl swept away the diaphanous veil that covered her and began to prepare her to serve her Master’s pleasure. Fragrant oil dripped from jeweled ewers onto Garnet’s throat, her breasts, her thighs. Soft hands spread it, massaging it into her naked skin. Her attendants heated her with their touch as her swollen cunt throbbed with anticipation. Although she fought hard to retain control, she could not. “Oh gods help me,” she moaned when the priest lifted her head and began clipping off her hair. She’d balked, but just for a moment, when Meredith had told her that her future mate wished her to be hairless, like him. Now it surprised her that the sound of the shears, the feeling of lightness as her long hair fell away, excited her even more than her attendants’ sensuous massage. The rasp of the razor that followed, transforming her from maiden to life mate, rang in her ears, floating on sensual sounds of music that filled the room. Her nipples turned to rigid points of sensation and her clit stood at attention, even before the priest finished oiling her shorn scalp. She gasped at the strange, not unpleasant sensation when he stepped between her legs and inserted the ceremonial plug in her virgin ass. A fierce arousal overtook her, stronger even than the one that had set her body tingling the moment he’d taken her hair. All the sounds surrounding her seemed amplified in her memory—the rasp of the golden razor on her scalp and the pop as the plug settled in her ass. Even the stinging, stretching of her flesh increased her arousal. It almost made her forget the pain of sharp twin stings when the priest pierced her nipples—thankfully with a laser instead of the old-fashioned needles they still occasionally used in mating ceremonies. The priest turned to Romulus. “Do you take this woman as your slave, your life mate?”
“I will take her.” His touch strangely impersonal, Romulus bent over her and touched his surprisingly warm lips to hers. “Do you have the rings?” “Here.” Romulus straightened and handed them to the priest. The thick gold rings stung when they passed through her tender nipples, but they heightened her newly awakened sexual yearnings. Garnet watched her Master’s steady golden hands as he fastened garnet-studded captive beads to the rings. You will not be so impassive for long, my golden Master. Her gaze shifted to his huge golden cock and the pearly fluid gathered around the thick gold ring that protruded from its slit. She couldn’t help staring at the instrument he would soon plunge deep in her cunt, claiming her as his own. When he took her, Garnet vowed she’d be well on the way toward enslaving him.
She is prime flesh, pale and ripe in all the right places. He noticed how her nipples peaked as though waiting for a man’s hands and mouth. Slender yet curved in all the right places, she’d bring a top price at his emporium. Romulus regarded his new mate as he might a potential sex slave on the auction block. Pert breasts tipped with rosy nipples were now adorned by gold rings, the marks of his possession. Lower, he eyed a flat belly and hips wide enough to bear his sons. Her perfectly shaped skull gleamed, its color pearly ivory. Thank the gods for the Earthling custom of removing hair, or else my mate would be wanting to keep the unsightly mop of curls that would have turned my stomach. Amused, he recalled the revulsion he’d felt the first time he’d seen a humanoid with hair on its head. He admired his mate’s smooth scalp and nicely shaped skull. And he especially liked her mouth—deep red and wide enough to take a man’s cock between her gleaming white teeth. Her large brown eyes were almost black with arousal and her pale, satiny cunt was already swollen and wet, as though anticipating his penetration. His gaze dropped to her pink, puckered asshole, already stretched by the plug he’d watched the priest insert there moments earlier. As he’d observed was the custom on Obsidion when he’d attended other matings, Romulus paused at the foot of the altar and visually inspected the slick, swollen flesh he soon must penetrate. When he spread her damp cunt lips and inserted two fingers, his nostrils flared. Gods but she smelled good—female mingled with the sweet, arousing musk of the ceremonial incense. He wished he dared remove the plug and fuck her ass.
He’d do that later. His cock reared up against his belly in silent salute. “I take the lady Garnet as my mate.” He said the words that made them one before bending and placing the traditional kiss on her throbbing clit. “I will fuck her now.” His cock already was leaking milky lubricant when he slid it along her wet, hot slit. Her cry when he penetrated her made his balls draw up and his cock swell more within her tight, silky flesh. He wanted to take his pleasure and plant his seed, but for the first time in his nearly thirty years of life he wanted desperately to fuck a woman—to hear her cry out with pleasure when he brought her to orgasm. Slowly, taking care not to hurt her further, Romulus withdrew then sank into her satin sheath once more. Gods but her cunt gloved his cock to perfection. She surrounded him with her wet heat and made him crazy with the need to come. When he skimmed his hands over her soft, full breasts, she moaned. “You like that, don’t you?” “Oh, yes. Please don’t stop.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, Master. Oh gods, please don’t stop fucking me now.” “I won’t.” Nearly bursting now with lust, he rammed into her harder, faster. He scissored her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until they became as rigid as the precious jewels that adorned them. For the first time in his life he wished society’s rules would let him cover his bride completely with his body, fuck her tempting mouth with his tongue while he fucked her cunt with his cock. He wanted to caress her satiny scalp with his fingers, find the erogenous zones there that would trigger her orgasm. “Gods yes,” she hissed, straining toward him against her bonds, tilting her pelvis up to suck him deeper inside her convulsing flesh. She clenched him, milked him, drew out the climax he’d been holding back. Spent, he withdrew, breathing hard. Already he wanted more of the Obsidion woman who was now his mate. Romulus barely registered the raucous sounds of cheering surrounding them when he freed Garnet from her silken bonds and drew her to her feet. But for the first time in his life he felt a need to cover a woman from prying eyes, to keep her for himself alone. This feeling of possession—make that a damn near obsession—was new. And it scared the shit out of him.
Chapter Two
The next morning Garnet stretched, enjoying the sensation of tenderness in her cunt and the satiny kiss of her Master’s fine bed linens on her body every time she made the slightest move. Her scalp tingled when she recalled the rasp of the priest’s razor, and her nipples swelled and turned rock-hard when she shifted on the bed, making the rings shift against her sensitive flesh. “So you’re finally awake.” Surprised at first to hear an unfamiliar male voice in her bedchamber, she rolled over. “Romulus?” The male Aurelonian looked almost exactly like her mate, but there was something about him that set him apart. There. It was the ring that dangled from his right nipple—a ring exactly like the one she’d noticed that Romulus wore in his left nipple. Unlike Romulus, he wore no other jewelry except a thick cock ring that encircled his cock and—she gulped—apparently unaltered testicles. “You aren’t my Master.” “I am Antonio. Like you, I am our Master’s bed slave and life companion. He will join us soon. If you will rouse yourself, I will prepare you for him.” Life companion? Garnet barely managed to suppress a scream of rage. No one but her would share her Master’s bed. Ever. “What is this, some perverse alien custom? I will share my bed with no one but my Master, Romulus.” “You will share my bed with whomever I choose.” Garnet’s mate strode into the room, a scowl marring his handsome face as he sat on the edge of the huge bed. “I command now that you share it with me and my life companion.” Garnet gave Romulus a haughty look. “I will never give myself to anyone but you.” Romulus’ lips curled up in a smile that was anything but pleasant. “In a manner of speaking, you will be giving yourself to me, for Antonio has been modified in my image to serve my pleasure.” “No.” The smug grin on her Master’s face made Garnet want to throw something at him. But she couldn’t believe it. Everybody on Obsidion knew cloning was punishable by death. “He can’t be. Cloning is illegal.” Romulus scorched her with his stormy gaze. “Antonio is not my clone. He’s my body slave and my life companion. He has been with me since I was a boy on Aurelion. All Aurelonian boys of the ruling class are given a life companion as soon as they attain puberty.”
“If he is not a clone, how can he look so much like you?” Garnet shifted her gaze from her mate to his near double who had sat beside him and was looking at her as though he’d never seen a naked woman before. “When an Aurelonian boy is approaching puberty, his father searches out a slave who resembles his son, buys him and has him modified in mind and body to as closely match the boy as possible.” Romulus lowered his head and licked Antonio’s ringed nipple. When he did, Garnet noticed her mate’s cock stiffening, as if the contact gave him pleasure. My mate is only supposed to kiss me that way, damn it. And he’s only supposed to get hard for me. “Are you telling me that if I have a child, it might belong to a slave?” she spat out. “It’s obvious your life mate is not a eunuch.” Antonio’s laugh made Garnet want to scream. “Well?” she prodded. Romulus laid a hand on her stomach, as though to calm her. “You’re right. Antonio is no eunuch. When you conceive, however, have no doubt the child will be mine. My life mate was sterilized. Slaves do not procreate. Calm down now. I’m tired of your disobedience.” “You can’t make me.” Garnet snatched up the coverlet and wrapped it around her body. “Since you insist on being stubborn, I will show you how I can.” With a smooth, casual motion Romulus snatched away the covers and pinned her to the bed. “Antonio, I believe our mate needs to be taught a lesson. Prepare the fucking platform and then join us on the bed.” “Our mate?” Garnet struggled to buck Romulus off, but to no avail. Romulus’ muscular chest pressed hard against her nipples, and his rigid cock nudged her cunt. Gods but he took her breath away when he sandwiched her head between his large palms and splayed long fingers over the taut skin of her scalp. “You can’t do this. I belong to you and you alone.” Romulus scowled. “It isn’t your choice, but mine. You wanted wealth. I give it to you now. I am about to show you even greater pleasure than before—the ecstasy a woman can attain when two lovers fuck her at once.” “But…are you certain your slave can’t make me pregnant?” Despite her shock, the idea of taking both men had Garnet’s sopping cunt clenching and her virgin asshole twitching against the plug her mate had yet to remove. “I will be supremely certain of that, my sweet. As I told you, Antonio is sterile. Be happy that I will allow him to pleasure you as well as me. Consider that the fact there are two of us to pleasure you is part of the wealth I brought you, an abundance of capacity for giving and receiving pleasure.” A smile on his full, sensuous lips, Romulus took her mouth, licking and nipping her lips and tangling his tongue with hers. His hot cock throbbed against her thigh, raising her anticipation. When he
freed her lips and took a throbbing nipple into his mouth instead, she couldn’t suppress a groan of pleasure. By the gods, her mate knew how to arouse a woman. Despite herself, Garnet wanted every sensation he promised. Each muted sound of wood on wood as Antonio assembled the fucking platform reminded her that he—they—would soon have her helpless. Bound for his pleasure and the pleasure of his Aurelonian life mate whom she apparently would have to welcome as a second bed companion. She glanced at Antonio and then returned her gaze to Romulus. “I don’t understand.” The man adjusting a wooden device in front of a shuttered window looked whole, from the top of his polished skull to the tips of his long narrow toes. His cock jutted forward, as though eager to penetrate her cunt…or her ass. Unlike the eunuchs in her father’s household, he had testicles, the twin orbs plump and firm within an impressive though unadorned sac between his legs. “I see you are curious, my sweet. Unlike the barbarians from other places in the galaxy who make eunuchs of men to serve in the pleasure palaces, we modify the slaves chosen for young boys so their sexual needs may be satisfied. This is done by a simple procedure that leaves the slave intact but unable to reproduce. The only eunuchs created on Aurelion serve in the royal family’s own bedchambers.” Romulus dragged her hand down his body, to his own bulging ball sac. “Antonio is not a eunuch. Nor is he a clone, which would make him my exact duplicate in every respect. He was chosen because he looked much like me, was submissive in nature and close to my age, and was given surgery so the resemblance was enhanced.” “The platform is ready.” Antonio strode to the bed, his cock rigid and swollen. Romulus’ life companion certainly looked whole. Desirable, too. Garnet’s cunt clenched when she found herself sandwiched between her mate and the beautiful slave who was practically his carbon copy. As though they’d practiced this move a thousand times, Romulus and Antonio raised their golden heads and leaned across her until their lips met. Garnet sensed the heat, the passion that flowed between them in that long, passionate kiss. She longed for that heat to enter her body, to take her and make her part of their mutual desire. They broke the kiss, each moving to suckle one of her ringed nipples, their glowing skulls almost identical against the alabaster paleness of her breasts. Their cocks throbbed against her thighs, beckoning her hands. One cock wore the PA ring and frenum ladder that were her gifts. The other felt firm though naked but for a thick cock ring. When she stroked their ball sacs, she felt the base of a butt plug in Antonio’s ass—a plug not unlike the one she’d been wearing since her mating ceremony the night before. Four hands stroked her, caressing her in all her most sensitive places. Twenty strong fingers applied the lightest of pressure to the erogenous zones on her skull and throat, her earlobes and her
aching nipples. They used their fingers to tug gently on her nipple rings while she played with the ring in her mate’s hot cock and ran her fingers along the unadorned shaft that belonged to his slave. The slick lubrication at the tips of their twin erections dampened her fingers. That made her aware of her own wetness, her own heat. “Take me, please,” she said, her words little more than a pitiful whimper. “In our own good time.” Romulus’ voice poured over her, dark and molten in its intensity. The heat of two magnificent male bodies seared her. She wanted to drag Romulus over her, take his thick, long cock in her aching cunt. “You must learn patience. Imagine yourself suspended on the fucking platform, with me fucking your cunt or ass while Antonio fucks your mouth. Imagine us both moving in you with perfect rhythm, using our hands and mouths to stimulate you as you’ve never been aroused before.” “Gods yes.” She could only imagine the pleasures that awaited her. “But first— Oh gods yes, you learn quickly how to please me.” Apparently Romulus liked it when she gave his ball sac a gentle squeeze, so she did it again. He rewarded her with a groan that came from deep in his muscular chest. “First, though, we will all pleasure each other, learn the joys to be found by touching, tasting…” “By joining us, sharing all the sensual pleasures granted to a man and his life companion,” Antonio concluded, his voice practically indistinguishable from that of her mate. He reached across Garnet’s belly and closed his fist over her hand on Romulus’ swollen cock. “You know, if I had been given a choice, I’d much rather have kept my Master to myself.” “Antonio has not yet discovered the pleasures of mating with a female,” Romulus said, leaning across Garnet and stroking his double’s cheek. “Relax, my perfectly submissive love. You’ll always come first in my affection.” We’ll just see about that. Garnet rolled onto her side and rubbed her body against Romulus, grasping his tight ass and drawing him closer. Surely he couldn’t prefer fucking this slave to having sex with her. She wouldn’t allow it. Neither would she permit the two of them to seduce her into abandoning her plan. Though it might be more difficult than she’d thought, she’d eventually enslave her mate. If she had to, she’d entice his life companion, too. “I’ll be an active partner in this ménage if you don’t mind,” Garnet said, raising her head off the pillow and insinuating herself between her mate and the man she thought of as his alter ego.
Romulus’ deep roar of laughter at Garnet’s sudden burst of assertiveness rang in Antonio’s ears and made him terribly afraid—afraid his Master had already become enchanted by this pale, incredibly soft-skinned Obsidion woman. Antonio watched with horror as Romulus began to stroke her quivering breasts, her slick cunt, all the while murmuring words of admiration…of desire.
Antonio’s cock grew harder. The unfamiliar scent of a female in heat mingled with the more familiar smells of aroused male. He felt hot, so hot, his senses aroused by the taste and feel of his Master. Of the woman, too. His breath came in hard bursts, and blood pounded at his temples. “Fuck her for me,” Romulus ordered, “while I fuck you.” An hour ago Antonio would have told his Master that was impossible, but now his cock throbbed with anticipation. Sliding between the widely spread, satiny-smooth legs of his rival, Antonio slid his cock head along her wet slit, searching, fitting hot flesh to hot flesh—his rigid cock to her slippery cunt. “Oh, yes. Please fuck me.” She liked it. Liked this invasion. Apparently she enjoyed it as much as he liked it when his Master rammed his cock deep into Antonio’s ass. Tentatively at first, Antonio moved in her. When he did he found the friction made her flesh swell around him, glove his in tight, sopping heat. A strange sensation, but an arousing one. Romulus bent over Antonio. His body heat seared the skin on Antonio’s back. Large, familiar fingers manipulated his testicles and the base of his cock as Romulus whispered instructions. “Move in her. Feel how soft she is, how giving. Slowly. Gently. Fuck her with love, the way I fuck you.” Antonio felt empty when the butt plug popped out of his ass, but then Romulus replaced it with his hot, hard cock. The dual stimulation was…unlike anything he had ever experienced. They moved in tandem, Antonio fucking Garnet while Romulus fucked him. “Yes. Fuck me harder now.” Garnet clutched his head and drew his lips to hers. Another first, for he had never before kissed a woman, had never sampled the sweetness of her soft, warm mouth. Gods but she tasted sweet. Her soft, tight cavern gloved his cock with undulating heat that radiated through his balls and flooded his body with incredible sensation. Antonio understood for the first time why so many clients who flocked to the emporiums sometimes chose women rather than the more popular eunuch sex slaves to slake their lust. Pressure built in him with each stroke of Romulus’ cock in his ass, every foray of his own tool into Garnet’s wet, slick cunt. Antonio plunged his tongue into her mouth, hard and deep, the way Romulus sometimes tongue-fucked him. How would it feel to have a woman’s satiny lips on his cock, his balls? What would it feel like if she used her tongue to wet his most sensitive flesh? Romulus pounded Antonio’s ass and Antonio slammed into Garnet. His balls tightened. His sweat-slickened body clung to hers. His nipple ring caught on one of hers, tugging at his flesh and sending him into sensual overload.
The salty taste of her skin and his, the smells and slapping sounds of fucking and being fucked, the feel of skin on skin at his back and front were more than Antonio could bear. He thrust his tongue down the throat of the woman he wanted to hate for usurping his place in his Master’s bed. He rammed his cock into her sopping cunt while Romulus sank into his ass again, all the way to his balls. Antonio came. Wave after wave of ecstasy sapped his energy, left him panting for breath by the time his cock stopped shooting hot spurts of sterile ejaculate. When Romulus dug his fingers into the flesh of his butt and flooded his asshole with staccato bursts of wet heat, a new wave of intense pleasure took Antonio’s breath away.
***** Romulus woke slowly the next morning, his head pillowed on the soft breast— Soft breast? He cracked open one eye. Yes, it was a breast. Plump, pale female flesh tipped by a rosy nipple pierced with a ring. His ring, one of the two the celebrant had inserted after piercing Garnet’s flesh yesterday at the strange Obsidion mating ceremony. Her chest rose and fell slowly, as though she slept in perfect contentment. Perhaps she did, and perhaps she dreamed she was nourishing their child, because she rested her hand on his head as though she were holding an infant to her breast. His cock swelled once more. The intensity of his arousal surprised him because he’d come twice in the past twelve hours, once in his mate’s cunt and again in the tight asshole of his life companion while Antonio had filled this woman’s cunt with his own ejaculate. Had Garnet come for Antonio the way she’d come for him at their mating? Had she liked feeling Antonio’s lips on hers, his tongue fucking her mouth while his fingers found the erogenous zones on her perfect gleaming skull? A wave of unfamiliar possessiveness rose in Romulus. Garnet belonged to him. Of course Antonio was part of him, figuratively speaking. That didn’t keep Romulus from clenching his fists when he spied the other man sleeping peacefully at Garnet’s other side. Feeling strangely territorial, Romulus drew her closer still, until her flat belly lay flush with his and his cock nestled between her warm, firm thighs. Her rounded ass cheeks cushioned his fingers…and Antonio’s half-hard cock. The resilient baby-soft flesh fascinated Romulus. Judging from Antonio’s hard-on, her asshole apparently beckoned his cock much the way it did his own, and that disturbed and confused him. Always submissive when they fucked, Antonio had never even hinted that he’d like to use Romulus’ ass the way Romulus regularly used his.
Romulus had to demonstrate his dominance, his total possession of the woman he’d taken as his mate. Nonetheless, he had no wish to hurt the man he loved, even if Antonio had recently seemed to develop a mind of his own. For the first time Romulus contemplated giving up the bedmate he’d enjoyed for so long. Not that he didn’t love Antonio. Perhaps he’d buy his life companion a sexbot. Or provide him with a comely eunuch sex slave from one of his emporiums. But not now. Now Garnet’s delicious body lured him. Romulus slid from the bed, lifted Garnet in his arms and carried her to the fucking platform Antonio had erected near the window. It seemed appropriate that the platform overlooked a courtyard rampant with blooms from all over the galaxy, for he realized his mate was one of the finest flowers of all. Romulus counted himself a lucky man. “Antonio!” he called once he had Garnet positioned the way he wanted her—facedown on the platform, her legs spread in stirrups and her delectable ass at the proper angle to take his cock. Antonio rolled over, a surprised look on his face, but he soon scrambled out of bed and onto shaky feet. “Yes, Master.” “Come here. I want you to pleasure my mate.” On his order, Antonio approached and slid submissively onto the lower level of the platform. At least Antonio hadn’t forgotten who was Master. Romulus watched him slide into position, squelching a protest when Antonio seemed to rub his chest deliberately against Garnet’s full breasts. After all, this was what Romulus had ordered him to do. “Touch her,” he said, not happy about the unfamiliar waves of possessiveness that assailed him. “How?” “Caress her the way you touch me. Stroke her scalp. Kiss her. Use your tongue to fuck her mouth.” He had no reason to be jealous. None at all. After all, whatever Antonio did, he did on Romulus’ orders. “May I fuck her again, Master?” Antonio sounded eager. Too damn eager. “No.” Henceforth, the only cock to fill his mate’s sweet cunt would be his. Romulus didn’t know when he’d decided that, but he had. “You may use the dildos to pleasure Garnet. Her cunt is mine, and so is her ass—at least until I’ve sampled it for myself.”
If Garnet hadn’t been on sensual overload, she’d have laughed out loud at her mate’s sudden wave of possessiveness. Not a half day earlier, Romulus had been willing—no, eager was the word—to share her with Antonio. Though the idea of it had horrified her, the reality had proved incredibly pleasurable. Now it seemed her mate only intended to share parts of her—the parts he apparently considered weren’t as personal as the wet, swollen channel between her legs.
Oh gods. Her mate was tonguing her cunt, flailing her clit until it was a rigid ball of nerves. His warm breath tickled her mound while he used his fingers to work the ceremonial plug out of her ass. Her cunt contracted, anticipating… “I’m going to fuck your pretty, tight little ass,” Romulus promised, the dark words reverberating against her flesh and making her hot—hotter even than she’d been before. His slave’s warm flesh caressed her belly and chafed her sensitized breasts as he slid upward, and when his hard, hot cock nudged her lips, she couldn’t help but take the ruby knob of it inside and swirl her tongue over the sensitive tip. “Suck in Antonio’s cock the way your ass will soon suck in my cock.” When Romulus spoke in that quiet, deep tone, his hot breath on her clit made her belly tighten with anticipation. When he moved away from her clit, Garnet would have protested if her mouth hadn’t been full of the slave’s rigid cock. Her nipples tingled when he rotated the rings through them, tugging gently, sensually. She sensed rather than saw Romulus step back between her legs. Then she felt him slide something wet and cold into her cunt. Oh gods. It was a vibrator, buzzing gently now, its motion so arousing it made her squirm. Gods but she wanted Romulus to use his mouth on her clit again. She wanted his cock invading her wet, slick cunt the way the vibrator was doing now. “Mmpf.” No way could she talk while Antonio had his cock rammed halfway down her throat, and trying to speak only lodged him deeper. Desperately aroused, she sucked and wiggled as much as she could within her bonds, but that only made the vibrations grow stronger. “Relax. Gods but you’re tight. A virgin here, I’ll wager.” Romulus inserted first one lubricated finger, then two, past her anal sphincter, moving slowly in and out, stretching her more than the ceremonial plug he’d removed moments earlier. His movements jiggled the vibrator against her G-spot. More fluid gushed from her cunt, trickling down to bathe her clit in hot, slick wetness. When Garnet sucked harder on Antonio’s cock, it swelled and hardened more. He groaned. His slick, slightly salty lubrication oozed down her throat. Did Romulus do this to him, too? Did her mate like to suck his slave’s cock, taste the salty, slightly bitter liquid and swallow his climax? Garnet found the picture horrifying yet terribly arousing. “Relax.” Romulus’ terse order came along with intense pressure against her once again tightly closed rear opening. The sensation was one of fullness, vaguely painful yet incredibly arousing. He used both hands to spread her ass cheeks while his ringed cock head pressed gently, then harder against her anal sphincter, until it opened and he seated himself inside her. Full. She’d never felt so terribly full. Her heart beat faster. Sweat bathed her body and Antonio’s beneath her. While she sucked his hard cock, she felt Romulus sliding his huge organ farther up her ass with every stroke. The vibrator hummed in her cunt. For a few short moments she savored the sensation of fullness before it burst, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through her nerves, into her lovers’ bodies. When they came, as if in unison, they triggered her climax anew.
***** Sequestered in his office the following day while his mate explored his house and Antonio sulked in the bedchamber, Romulus considered how best to deal with his newly discovered possessive streak, his unnaturally unsubmissive mate and his life companion, whose submissiveness seemed to be going the way of Garnet’s. I have to find Antonio a plaything, for those times when I want Garnet to myself. Romulus didn’t come to that conclusion lightly, but after long soul searching. His new mate had captivated him. He had to admit that. Still he loved his life companion and wanted to keep him happy. Staring out the window, Romulus considered options limited by the fact that he’d kept Antonio sequestered in his private chambers since they’d been living on Obsidion. By late afternoon when one of the eunuch slaves delivered the edict that had just arrived from Crown Prince Arik, Romulus had already worked himself into a fit of ill temper. “What the fuck?” His dilemma with his mate and Antonio instantly forgotten, Romulus stared at the document. The very official-looking edict had been delivered on paper, not via the communicator that transmitted every official order on Obsidion. “Maybe it isn’t real.” His hope raised, Romulus flipped on the device at the corner of his desk. And read the same order there. His head felt heavy, too heavy to hold up, so he rested it on his outstretched hands. I’ll be ruined. My mate will desert me. I’ll be— He read the edict again, first on the communicator and then on the paper that bore Prince Arik’s official seal. What the fuck was Arik thinking? Surely he’d taken some exotic hallucinogen! There was to be no more making or importing eunuch sex slaves? Obsidions must offer the existing ones their freedom? How did the prince think Obsidion could keep its reputation as the premier pleasure planet of the galaxy if its rulers were going to restrict the supply of merchandise? Then Romulus remembered. He now had a connection with the badly disfigured prince, whose mate was Garnet’s older sister. From all Romulus had heard, Prince Arik doted on Emerald and their newborn son. Perhaps not all was lost.
*****
“You want me to do what?” Garnet sounded as though she’d been asked to commit murder that night as they shared an evening meal in their suite. Romulus lifted her hand to his lips, spoke softly. “I want you to talk to your sister. Ask her to help make Prince Arik realize this insane new rule of his will kill business. If he allows it to take effect, fewer tourists will flock to Obsidion to take their pleasure. More specifically, my greedy mate, tourists won’t keep flocking in droves to my emporiums—the ones you’re counting on to keep you in jewels and rare treats like the ones you’re eating now.” Garnet glanced down at the large, buttery lobster on her golden plate, a rare and succulent delicacy Romulus had ordered from a fishmonger on Earth—the only place in the galaxy where the crustaceans seemed able to grow—and had imported in a special tank of Earth’s salt water. “I will do what I can, but only if you will do something for me.” Romulus bit back a reminder that he was Garnet’s Master as well as her mate, by the laws of her own planet. “You know, my pet, your wish is my command.” Antonio chuckled from his spot on a chaise lounge near the window, refreshing Romulus’ mind about the personal dilemma he must resolve. The odious edict from Obsidion’s rulers had distracted him from his task of crafting a resolution. The gods only knew what Romulus was to do with his suddenly assertive slave. He started to bark out an anatomically impossible command but held back the words. “Antonio, you may leave us.” “Gladly, Master, but where am I to go?” Antonio had a point, although Romulus was in no mood to be reasonable. Still, because he’d kept Antonio in his quarters at his constant beck and call, Antonio undoubtedly had no idea what he might do once he walked through the door and left the private suite. Romulus was in no mood to begin educating him now. “You cannot leave. Go in the sitting room and do not return until I call for you.” After Antonio had left, Garnet looked up from her nearly empty plate. If looks could have killed, Romulus would have breathed his last. “You’ve kept your life companion confined for how long?” she asked, her tone venomous. “Since we’ve lived here. Almost eight years. I’m certain you’re aware cloning is not allowed on Obsidion, and though Antonio is not a clone, some people might assume he is. It is not your concern.” Hoping to disarm her, Romulus took Garnet’s hand and brought it to his lips. “Did you not say you wished you didn’t have to share me?” “That was before…” Her words trailed off, and a dreamy look came into her large brown eyes. “Before I realized what a wealth of sensation you offered me when you brought Antonio to our bed.” “Humpf.” This wasn’t going at all the way Romulus had planned. “You need no one but me.” And for the moment I need no one but you. “Come, let’s bathe each other.”
After dragging her into the marble shower stall and soaping them both with sweet-smelling body wash, he slid to his knees and spread Garnet’s legs. Gods but she was already hot. Her rigid little clit seemed to strain toward his teeth and tongue the moment he lowered his head and began to taste her honey. She felt so slick. Clean, yet wet with anticipation. He loved the way her inner muscles contracted around his fingers when he inserted them into her wet heat. Sex with Antonio was satisfying, but it had never been quite so incredible. Blood slammed into his cock so fast it made him feel dizzy. Romulus realized now how easily Garnet could control him. He also knew that if he valued peace in his household, he could never let her become aware of the power she held in her small, soft hands. He rose, rejecting the sense of urgency to fuck her, accepting that to control her, he first must control himself. “We will continue this discussion in bed.” He pulled Garnet from the shower, wrapped her in a towel and scooped her up in his arms. Once he’d placed her across the ruby-red coverlet he guessed she must have used to replace the black one that had been on the bed last night, he followed her down, straddling her face and feeding her his eager cock. Gods but her mouth felt good. Too good for him to let her use it on any cock but his own, at least for now. When he bent over her firm, shapely body to taste her honey again, he realized he’d temporarily slammed the door on Antonio. Surprisingly, he didn’t care. The Aurelonian people were wrong—dead wrong—to believe sex only felt good when shared by a man and his life companion. When Romulus sipped the lush, slick honey from Garnet’s cunt, he knew he’d found the finest nectar of sensual delight. After she had sucked him dry and he’d done the same for her, Romulus held her, cradling her beautiful head against his chest. He never felt quite so complete after coming in Antonio, though he knew he’d miss the expression of his life companion’s unquestioning love. Even the knowledge that Garnet had mated with him for his wealth did little to weaken the bond forming between them. Wealth. Implementing Prince Arik’s new law would do nothing to enhance Romulus’ financial position, especially when word spread around the galaxy that Obsidion no longer possessed the finest of eunuch sex slaves to pleasure tourists. Romulus sat up abruptly, dragging Garnet with him. He held her so close that their nipple rings brushed against each other. “What the fuck are the eunuchs who’re already here to do if the rulers take away their way of making a living?” What will Antonio do now if I have no further need for his sexual services? “Antonio, come to me now,” he shouted loud enough to be heard through the heavy door.
Garnet raised her head and looked at Romulus, a puzzled expression on her gorgeous face. Before Romulus could respond to her unasked question, Antonio burst into the room. “I am here, as you commanded, Master. What would you have me do?” Romulus stared at his slave. “You’re not a eunuch, but your tastes run more to me than to my mate. Am I right?” “Yes, Master, but I must say the lady Garnet stirs me as I never believed a woman could.” “I have decided I don’t wish to share my mate on a full-time basis. Would you like it if I got you a sexbot?” Antonio laughed. “I’d prefer being fucked by one of the pretty eunuchs you sell in the emporiums, if you’re telling me you no longer have a need for me. I prefer a passive role, so I doubt I’d get much pleasure from a bot.” He shot a wistful look at Garnet’s rounded ass. “She is a beauty. She has possessed you, as I feared she would.” Garnet stretched, her motion so seductive Romulus’ cock stood at attention even though he’d come mere moments earlier. “Have I possessed you, Master?” “I fear you have.” He sighed, mentally accepting that he couldn’t hold her at arm’s length. “Now be silent while I attend to business.” She clutched his forearms, as though to let him know she intended to be heard. “Tell me, what is this about this new law that has you so upset, and what could it possibly have to do with you losing your livelihood?” “Ask your sister’s mate. The prince has issued an edict that stands to ruin all of us who make our living in the Street of Pleasure.” Romulus stalked across the room and grabbed the document that was causing him so much distress from a table near the door. He tossed it Garnet’s way. “Here, read it for yourself. Now I must think of something more immediately pressing. What do I do with Antonio, now that you’ve stolen the lust I once felt only for him?” “Why not give him his choice among the thousands of sex slaves you possess? It seems unfair that you’ve kept him locked away all these years, serving your needs without regard to his own.” Garnet glanced at the royal edict, but without the degree of obvious concern Romulus had expected her to display. Actually, her suggestion made sense. He turned to Antonio. “My mate is right. Tonight I will take you to my finest emporium. To prevent speculation about the strong resemblance between us, I’ll introduce you as my younger brother, newly arrived from Aurelion to help me celebrate my mating. You may amuse yourself by managing the daily slave auctions, and you may choose a eunuch or two who please you and reserve them for yourself. Choose quickly, for if this new law takes effect there will be no
more eunuchs made or imported. There may even be a mass exodus of the ones now working as sex slaves, since their owners must offer them their freedom, unless I’m able to persuade Prince Arik of his folly in establishing this new law.” “But…you cannot mean to toss me away.” Romulus raised his hand, cutting off Antonio’s protest. “Of course not. You will always be my life companion. We simply won’t be constant bedmates.” “But Master—” “I will hear no argument from you. Take another suite within this house and choose servants to take care of your rooms and belongings. Garnet will supervise the servants here.” “You are sure, Master?” “Positive. Tomorrow I will go with my mate to plead my case before her sister and our crown prince. Tonight I want you to go to one of the emporiums, introduce yourself as my brother and choose a mate of your own.”
Chapter Three
Would Antonio find a soul mate? Would he be happy? Romulus had left early to take care of some details at one of his emporiums. Garnet lay fiddling with the bedcovers, recalling with a little regret the brief interlude she’d shared with Romulus and his slave—or rather his brother, she must remember to say in public. Part of her wished they could have continued the ménage, while her heart told her it was only Romulus with whom she wanted to share this bed. She stretched out, pleasantly sore from the attention he’d bestowed on her earlier along with a magnificent cask of jewels and a dozen fine silk robes for her to wear whenever she ventured outside their quarters. How many times she’d dreamed of wallowing in precious gems, flaunting her mate’s wealth before friends and strangers, basking in their envy. Now those things didn’t matter so much, for the real treasure she’d gained was Romulus himself and not the beautiful gifts he might provide her. Her mate should be back soon, because they both must dress for their meeting with Arik. Garnet rose and rummaged through his closet, shaking her head at the few garments possessed by one so rich. Not having much choice, she selected a black velvet cloak lined with gold silk. “That will go well with the black gown I chose for you.” Garnet whirled around at the sound of her mate’s deep voice. He held an elaborate jeweled headdress. “I thought this might make up for the loss of your hair,” he said, a smile on his sensual lips. “Oh, Master, I love it.” The headdress was gorgeous—exquisitely crafted of gold filigree studded with sparkling diamonds, rubies and emeralds. Then she sobered. “You shouldn’t have bought it, though, when you know your business soon may begin to suffer.” Romulus set down the exquisite piece and bent to kiss her naked scalp. “I love the way it looks on you. When we come back I want you to wear it while you suck my cock. Now we need to hurry, for it won’t do to keep a crown prince waiting.” As though he were her servant, Romulus draped her in the jewels he’d provided—nipple shields, an elaborate navel ring and a diamond-encrusted hoop he dangled from her clit piercing. He adjusted the headdress on her head and inserted a large diamond stud in the piercing in her nostril. She loved the jewels. But she loved more the fact that Romulus said he loved her.
The stones winked merrily from settings of glittering gold, plainly visible through the black silk that covered her head to toe but was so sheer that each jewel shone through. Garnet fingered the delicate ornaments that dangled from the gold cap that hugged her scalp and wondered why the proof of her mate’s great wealth didn’t excite her the way she’d thought it would. As for her hair, she didn’t miss it. She found the feel of her mate’s hands and mouth on her crown and around her hairline incredibly arousing. More erotic than the heady sensation of wet heat and the rasp of the razor she could anticipate experiencing every day for the rest of her life at the hands of Romulus or one of their house slaves. “When we are alone again, I intend to taste every inch of flesh those jewels hide.” Romulus’ red-gold eyes glowed hot with lust as he draped a heavy black cloak over his golden, naked body. His cock jutted out, its understated ornaments calling attention to the burnished gold of his flesh, the size and weight of his jeweled sac. “Now we must go if we are to reach the royal palace in time for our audience.” Before her mating, Garnet had anticipated riding along the Street of Pleasure in Romulus’ distinctive gold-trimmed ground transporter, basking in the envy of everyone who saw her. Today, though, she found her pleasure coming more from the press of his muscular thigh against her barely covered leg, the warmth of his fingers caressing the bare skin between her jeweled collar and her headdress. Hot with anticipation for yet another mating, she laid open his cloak, reached between his legs and stroked his smooth, deliciously firm sex as they approached the entrance to the royal palace. “Not now.” Romulus took her hand and moved it to his thigh, none too gently. “I need to keep my wits about me, and I can’t think when you touch me that way.” Yes. He did need to concentrate on the business at hand, as did Garnet. It hadn’t been easy, persuading Emerald to include them on the list of petitioners Prince Arik would see today. They would have to use all their powers of persuasion if they were to succeed in getting Arik to lift his edict and ensure the continued success of Romulus’ business.
***** Unlike many petitioners, Romulus refused to cower before the prince, whose black leather eye patch accentuated a deep scar that ran from his hairline to the spot on his neck where it disappeared into a soft velvet shirt. While Garnet prostrated herself before Prince Arik, her jeweled headdress glittering in the sunlight, Romulus bowed over the soft, small hand of Princess Emerald. “I assume you’re here to argue against the decree I circulated yesterday,” Arik said as he helped Garnet to rise. No longer muffled by the leather that used to cover him from head to toe but for one eye, his voice was now deep and clear. Princely. “Come to my quarters since you are family now, and we will discuss it. It has been a tedious day, and I feel certain my mate is weary.”
When they entered Arik and Emerald’s private tower, four royal eunuchs rose from their prostrated positions on Arik’s order. Romulus gasped at the sight. He’d seen the four royal eunuchs before, but not when they were unclothed. “They’re…” “My cousins. They were completely desexed, for no reason other than that they were the sons of my father’s late brother. I believe it is wrong to mutilate boys and men whose only wrongdoing was an accident of birth or circumstance.” Romulus tore his gaze from the eunuchs and looked at Arik. “You were a younger son, as well, were you not?” “For someone not born and raised on Obsidion, you seem to know our history well. Yes, I was a younger son, banished and hunted because, unlike my cousins, I refused to consent to being made a eunuch. “For that, I was chased to the ends of the galaxy by mercenaries my father hired. They very nearly killed me. Only some kind primitives on the planet Westphalia saved me, nursing me back to some semblance of health. Still I was left whole sexually, for which I am grateful. The only reason I am here now as my father’s heir to the Diamond Throne is because my older brother had the misfortune of picking a fight with the wrong sky pirates and losing his life. I endured months of torture last year at the hands of the surgeons, so I can walk among my subjects and not have them run away in terror.” Arik gestured toward the eye patch he wore before turning to his cousins as though to end that thread of conversation. “You may leave now,” he told them. “I believe my guests have seen enough of you.” Her touch gentle and loving, Emerald rubbed a hand along the prince’s muscular thigh while he watched his cousins leave and said, “You do not owe your subjects any explanation for your edict, not even a subject who is mated with my sister. What you have ordered is right.” “But has his highness considered what abiding by that order will do to Romulus’ and others’ business in the sex-slave trade? Not to mention what is to become of those homeless, unemployed eunuchs who may decide they no longer wish to ply their trade in the Street of Pleasure? Has Prince Arik considered what harm his order will cause to the tourist trade on Obsidion?” Garnet grasped Romulus’ forearm hard enough to draw his gaze. He found it difficult to keep from becoming obviously aroused from the simple fact of her nearness and the heat of her body touching his. Arik stood, a compelling figure in his black court garb. “Yes, little sister, I considered it. Some loss of business may take place, that’s true. I don’t believe there will be that big a drop in the tourist trade, though. Certainly not enough to justify continuing the barbaric practices that have become ingrained in Obsidion’s society.” “What of those like your royal cousins, who have already been altered? Would you have the surgeons attempt to make them whole?” Romulus asked.
“I doubt that’s possible, though the cyborg maker Pak Song has made strides toward such restoration. There is an Earthling named Conan who reportedly does well with a bionic cock, although at this point, bionics are not sufficiently advanced to restore fertility. But I digress. “My intent is to see that no more boys are mutilated on this planet, and that none who have been mutilated elsewhere are brought here to service customers in sex slave parlors like yours.” Romulus stepped forward, determined to meet his ruler without showing fear. “But your highness, the edict says eunuchs may no longer be kept as sex slaves in the emporiums. What is to become of the ones already in my employ, and in the service of other purveyors in the Street of Pleasure?” Arik strode to the window, as though considering his response. “Tell me, Romulus, for I’m sure you know. Can your eunuchs perform as men?” “Do you mean, can they fuck a woman? Of course, as long as they were allowed to mature fully before being cut and as long as they take the hormones they are prescribed. Some don’t. As with all sentient beings, some eunuchs want to dominate their partners sexually, while others prefer to play a submissive role. Submissive eunuchs play well with male customers whose societies forbid them from having sex with females. Dominant ones are obviously better suited to meeting the needs of female customers. The majority of eunuch sex slaves in my emporiums are submissive. There are, of course, exceptions to every rule. Occasionally one finds a eunuch with a dominant bent, just as a whole male may be sexually submissive.” “I see.” Arik turned back to Romulus, his eye compelling Romulus to maintain contact. “Then, if the eunuchs no longer worked in the sex trade, most of them might live normal lives outside the Street of Pleasure?” Romulus felt the heat of Garnet’s hand on his thigh. “I suppose they might. But the eunuchs are popular with tourists, particularly Earthling females and males from planets like Aurelion where same-sex intercourse is the norm. I shudder to think of the losses you’ll suffer in tax revenues if you go ahead with this and outlaw eunuchs from working in the emporiums.” “You are an Aurelonian, are you not?” Emerald asked. “Yes.” Arik fingered his eye patch as though it irritated the scar that apparently traversed his eye socket. “Would your countrymen pass on having sex with a woman or a whole man if they were not given the choice of taking a eunuch?” “Except for members of the royal family, Aurelonians do not take eunuch lovers. Boys are given their own personal life-companion slaves before they reach maturity, to provide them acceptable outlets for their sexual urges. The slaves are almost always submissive, and they are sterile but whole.”
When Garnet smiled at him, Romulus couldn’t help smiling back and reassuring her. “I can’t vouch for all Aurelonians, but given the choice, I would take my mate over any eunuch I’ve ever seen. Even over my life companion.” “I had heard rumors that you keep a clone. Since we are related now, I will assume that rumor has to do with you having this life-companion slave in your house. I suggest that you present him as your brother and that he do and say nothing to make people question the story.” Arik paused, as though considering his words carefully. “It is not my intent to shut down the sex emporiums on the Street of Pleasure or pauper any of my subjects. However, I cannot condone mutilation. My edict will stand. Your eunuchs may go or stay in your employ, as they choose, for I insist you offer them their freedom. If you have treated them well, I wager many of them will want to stay.” Romulus stood and faced his prince. He couldn’t argue with Arik’s logic, or with the rightness of the new rule. Though he couldn’t be certain, he imagined the majority of his eunuch sex slaves would opt to stay, particularly since he was even now considering what enticements he would offer to keep them on. It might not be as bad a rule as it seemed on the surface. His only real concern was in Arik’s timing. Why had he decided to issue his edict now? Though the prince could not have known it, Romulus was well on the way to falling in love with Garnet. And Garnet had accepted him sight unseen, but only because he was a very wealthy man. “It’s all right,” Garnet whispered as they wound their way down the tower steps and to the luxurious transporter Romulus soon might not be able to afford. “If your business suffers, we can always sell our jewels.” She shot him a dazzling smile as he slid into the transporter beside her. He couldn’t have been more surprised or happier when his mate caught his cock ring between her teeth and licked the sensitive flesh beneath it. “It’s true, I married you for your wealth, but I love you for the way you make my cunt yearn for this. Come, take me home and fuck me until we’re too tired to fuck anymore. Then fuck me some more.” “Gladly, my jewel.” Romulus gunned the engine of the transporter and sped them home.
Chapter Four
“If you wish, you may have your freedom,” Antonio told the comely eunuch he’d selected from the dozens on display in the showroom and brought with him to his new quarters. “If not, you will become my life companion.” “I will be your companion. Gladly.” The tall, slender eunuch knelt and took Antonio’s cock between his teeth. “Mmmm,” he said when Antonio arched his hips and seated himself within his lover’s throat. His balls drew up, tickled deliciously by the warm, damp breath that bathed them in heat—he’d almost say affection. For years now Antonio had been the willing recipient of Romulus’ seed. Now he wanted to give some of his own. “Cease or you’ll make me come, and when I do, I want my cock to be buried deep in your hot, tight ass.” The eunuch rolled over onto his back, raising and spreading his muscular legs to reveal a long but slender half-hard cock and an inviting asshole stretched taut around a good-size butt plug. “Take me, Master. Put your hard cock up my ass and fuck me.” “I want to know something about the man I’m about to fuck. What’s your name?” Antonio realized he had much to learn about interpersonal relationships, now that he no longer was confined to his Master’s rooms. “Xander. I was an Earthling until I ran afoul of the laws there. Once they castrated me, I decided to come here and sell myself as a sex slave. Becoming a drone didn’t appeal to me at all.” He grinned, showing strong white teeth. “I can tell by your coloring that you hail from Aurelion.” “Yes.” Antonio laid Xander’s legs over his shoulders, bending as he did to tongue-fuck his mouth. He licked the eunuch’s incredibly soft lips, loving the taste of his own arousal, the slickness of the lubrication there. For a long time he just enjoyed the closeness, the feel of Xander’s firm, muscular body beneath him, the press of a half-hard cock against his chest. A sensation of warmth, of rightness surrounded them. “You feel good, Xander. Do I excite you?” “Yes, Master.” Antonio’s cock swelled with anticipation when he removed the butt plug and positioned himself against the other’s stretched-out sphincter. “Relax. I’m going to fuck you now. Mmm. You feel incredibly good.”
Antonio sank his cock into the tight, hot passage, imagining that he was doing this while Romulus plumbed his own ass, the way he had the other night. Oh gods, it felt exquisite to be buried to the balls in this snug, dark cavern. Xander moaned, using his hands to open his ass cheeks wider as though begging for more, for everything Antonio had to offer. Tighter than a woman’s cunt, Xander’s ass was the perfect receptacle. Antonio strained to hold back. He didn’t want to come too soon because then it would be over and he desperately wanted the feelings to last. “Oh yeah.” The way Xander tightened around his cock felt better than anything in Antonio’s memory. “Do you like the way my cock feels in your ass?” “Gods yes, Master. Please fuck me harder. Make me come.” Antonio leaned back, almost withdrew. He reached down and jacked Xander’s cock. Then he sank his cock in to the balls and concentrated on the sensations—heat and tightness and the incredible softness of his lover’s cock head against his fingers. When Antonio finally let go and came deep in his lover’s ass, he knew he’d come home. Much later they lay in bed, Xander’s back nestled in the curve of Antonio’s hips, his cock tucked between Xander’s legs while Antonio kept one hand curved loosely about his lover’s now flaccid cock.
***** The next morning Romulus called Antonio into his chamber. When the slave appeared with the lover he’d been ordered to find, Romulus smiled with satisfaction. “I see you followed my advice, little brother.” It wouldn’t do for them to slip, though Romulus still thought of Antonio as his life companion, and it felt strange to see him looking fondly at the young Earthling eunuch he’d selected to warm his bed. “Yes, Master. This is Xander. I offered him his freedom, but he chose to stay with me.” Antonio reached down and stroked the heart-shaped patch on the eunuch’s upper thigh. “We must offer all the eunuch sex slaves their freedom. Emerald and I want you to help us think of enticements we can offer that will make them want to stay.” Romulus nodded to his mate, who stood and moved to the window. “My suggestion is to offer them a pleasant place to live, good food and free time to pursue their own interests. My father does that with the house slaves—it helps keep them content. He also gives them a few credits each month to use for their own pleasure,” she said. “I think that may be why they don’t rebel or try to run away.”
“That sounds like a good start, brother.” Antonio took a seat, not on the bed but on the chaise, as though he accepted that their relationship had changed. Xander knelt at Antonio’s feet, clarifying their relationship. “How about also giving them a choice as to which customers they want to service?” All that sounded to Romulus as if it could become a very expensive proposition. “I suppose the sex slaves could earn their credits by taking on customers they consider repulsive. I’m not certain about giving them an actual choice as to whom they offer services. I have no problem with upgrading their quarters and increasing their time off, those costs can be recouped easily by raising prices. “I could let them earn more credits and give them choices as to the hormones they take by making them use some of their credits to pay for the ones they want. And we could close the emporiums one day a week—different days for each of the emporiums, thus sending business to the ones of our facilities that remain open.” Other sex-slave traders wouldn’t have that advantage, as no one owned as many sex-slave establishments as Romulus. Emerald came over and sat down, placing her hand on his thigh. “It will work, Master. I’m sure of it. You will be offering the same benefits to the female sex slaves, won’t you?” Romulus sighed. “I hadn’t planned to, my lovely one. The prince’s edict applies only to eunuchs, not all sex slaves.” When he saw Emerald’s beautiful lips purse into a pout, he figured he was lost, but he had to give it one more try. “Think of it this way, Emerald. A female sex slave costs as much to feed, clothe and house as a eunuch, but she brings in less than half the revenue.” “But it wouldn’t be fair!” Standing, Emerald stared him down while Antonio obviously suppressed an urge to laugh out loud. “You could always try new marketing schemes to popularize the females—maybe even advertisements as far away as Earth and Mars.” He might as well give in. His mate had him on this. “I suppose you have a point. It would cause discord in the living quarters if I gave one group the advantage over another. Antonio, I want you to tell the managers and set a schedule for me to talk with the slaves tomorrow at each of the establishments.” “Yes, Master.” Antonio’s mouth curved in a grin. “I mean brother. Since I found Xander, I believe I will do quite well in this new position. I hope you have similar good luck with the lady Emerald.”
***** “They must be dreaming.” The next night Garnet peered into Antonio’s darkened sleeping chamber, listening to the slow, steady breathing of Antonio and the sex slave he’d chosen. The two
seemed well matched, as matched as she was with Romulus. He stood behind her now, his rigid cock nudging the jewel-encrusted plug in her ass. “It’s our bedtime, too,” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. “Oh yes, Master.” “You don’t mind if I can’t always give you the beautiful things you wanted so much? If I’m not always known as the man of gold?” Back in their bedchamber, Romulus divested her of the fabulous jewels he’d put on her earlier, leaving her naked but for the rings that dangled from her nipples, and the brand-new dangle for her clit ring that he’d had placed there before they went to plead his case to Prince Arik. “It went well today, didn’t it, Master?” “So far only three eunuch slaves have asked for their freedom. Most of them seem enthusiastic about the prospect of better housing, less work and more time to pursue their own interests. We shall see, though, as time passes.” “I doubt you need to fear the poorhouse. From all I’ve heard, your emporiums are the finest in the Street of Pleasure. And sex sells. With or without the eunuchs, business should continue to thrive.” Romulus smiled. “I hope you are right, my love, for I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed about. I want to fulfill your every fantasy.” His skin glowed golden in the twilight, alien but so beautiful she wanted nothing at the moment but to touch it, feel its warm smoothness against her own heated body. “You can give of yourself, Master mine. That’s what I want most. I wish you would do it now.” She loved the way his eyes glowed when he became aroused. His rigid cock beckoned her eyes, her hands, her mouth. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice hoarse with need, “take me as you will.” “Oh, yes. I will take you…consume you.” Dropping to her knees, Garnet stroked his long, narrow feet, his muscular calves and thighs. Everywhere she touched him, she felt his heat, his barely leashed lust. When she cupped his sac, he let out an anguished groan. “Hush. Let me mate with you as you mated with me.” She had none of the fragrant incense that had perfumed the altar where she’d lain, a passive gift to her Master, her king of the Street of Pleasure. She didn’t need it, not now, as she made slow, sweet love to Romulus, her beloved mate. The perfume came from him and her, and from the fragrant garden outside their open window. Gods in the heavens, but he made her hot, hotter than she’d ever dreamed she could be. She licked and stroked his magnificent cock, sampling the drop of lubrication that glistened around the ring at its tip. Salty—slightly bitter—yet a part of him she yearned to take and nourish within her body not just now but forever.
She cupped his tight ass cheeks then traced around his anus with a finger. “Did Antonio ever take you this way?” “No. Never. You can use a strap-on, though, if it would give you pleasure…” Would it? Garnet ringed his anus with one finger, remembering the pain and the pleasure when Romulus had claimed her tight rear passage for the first time. “What I want to know is whether it would give you pleasure.” He clutched her shoulders, brought her up until their hot bodies meshed, male to female, lover to lover. “I fear you’ve taken yourself a sexual dominant as mate. I want to give pleasure to my partner by taking, not by being taken. Will you go willingly or must I restrain you on the platform to show you how I want to love you?” Garnet’s cunt clenched, for she’d found her own pleasure came by pleasuring her mate. “I go willingly, Master. Not only now but always.” Romulus bent, using his tongue to caress her scalp, to find and stimulate the erogenous places on her throat, her skull. “You know, it’s incredibly arousing when you touch me this way.” “For me, too.” He lifted her as though she weighed no more than a feather in the wind. “Wrap your legs around me and let me in.” Slowly, slickly, he impaled her on his cock. His pelvic bone ground deliciously into her swollen clit. The scent of flowers from the garden swirled around them as they fucked, two souls made one days earlier by law, now by their mutual desire. Heat began in her cunt where he claimed her, spreading cell by cell through her body until she caught fire. Uncontrollable fire that consumed her, made her clamp down on his invading cock as though she could keep it inside her forever. Nothing else mattered. Not wealth or power. Nothing but the sensation of coming…joining…being one with her mate now and forever more. “Gods yes,” she said when she felt his hot ejaculate bathing her cunt in powerful spurts that seemed to go on forever. “This is the wealth of yours that I claim. Only this. Only your love.” “And yours for me.” At that moment Garnet knew, Romulus had given her the wealth she sought. Wealth that would last a lifetime, whether untold wealth or wretched poverty might lie ahead. As she cradled her life mate in her arms, the words of an old Earthling vow she’d heard a long time ago kept repeating itself in her head. For richer, for poorer…as long as we both shall live…
*****
As the days went by, Garnet noticed the wistful looks on her mate’s face when he looked at Antonio and Xander. Though she loved the attention Romulus bestowed on her, she felt his loneliness. He misses his life companion. Angry at first, Garnet thought about the years the two men had been together, realized it couldn’t have been easy for either of them when Romulus had brought her home as his mate. Maybe… Maybe they could all love each other. Though shocked, she’d been thrilled at the touch of her mate and his life companion. She imagined the scene happening now, with the eunuch Xander added to the mix. It would take the loneliness out of her mate’s beautiful golden eyes. Yes. She’d do it, for love of Romulus—and for the incredible pleasure she knew would result from a caring, loving ménage. After all, they lived together. Why couldn’t they sleep together, too?
***** “Romulus,” she said that night when he strode into their bedchamber, a tired look on his face. “I’ve seen how you look at Antonio. You miss having him share our bed, don’t you?” He looked sheepish. “How did you know?” “I’ve seen you follow him with your eyes. I’m guessing you banished him to please me, is that right?” “Partially. I love you beyond anything I’ve ever felt for him, but yet…I miss him.” “You don’t need to miss him anymore, love. Call him and his eunuch. We can all make love together.” The look on his face was one of wonder. “You offer me this?” “Yes. It isn’t just for you, though. I found that having two of you loving me was terribly exciting, even though it made me angry at first to know you loved somebody else. Please, Romulus, I want us all to be together.” He picked up the communicator and issued a terse order to Antonio. Then he went to his knees and kissed her mound. “Your wish is my command.”
*****
Romulus had discovered quickly that his mate liked watching him fuck Antonio. Romulus kept his gaze on her as he claimed his life companion’s ass once more while Antonio fucked Xander and Xander licked Garnet’s cunt. “Come here, my darling, I want to taste you.” Gracefully she stood and came to him. Her tongue darted across her red, sweet lips before she took him in a deep, delicious kiss. He felt her hands on his sac, gently stroking him and playing with the jeweled barbells there. “I love watching your cock move in and out of Antonio’s ass.” “Feels good. So do your hands. Don’t stop.” He loved the feel of her small hands on him, rimming his ass, making him wonder if he’d enjoy being fucked there the way Antonio and the eunuch so obviously did. “Put your fingers up inside me.” When she did he felt an unfamiliar sense of fullness. “Yeah. Now pretend you’re fucking me.” “Like this, Master?” “Oh yeah.” Every feeling in his body centered in his cock and ass. His balls tightened against her hand. He gasped with the strength of sensations and let go. “I’m coming.” “So am I.” That came out as a tortured gasp from Antonio, while Xander sighed his pleasure.
Seeing Romulus and Antonio flushed with pleasure made Garnet feel good yet needy. She knew, though, that her time was near. Gently, Xander positioned her in the fucking swing and restrained her. He massaged her thighs and buttocks with fragrant oil. Her mate oiled her scalp, his calloused hands gentle on her tender flesh, while Antonio slid beneath the frame and began a sensuous stroking of her breasts. Her cunt was on fire but nobody touched it. She felt like screaming, demanding the release all her lovers had already enjoyed—at least all of them but the eunuch. He should come, too. “Romulus?” He paused in his task. “Yes, love.” “Can Xander come?” “I don’t know. I imagine he can get some pleasure from being fucked, though. Are you feeling sorry for him?” She thought about that for a minute. “I guess I am.” “Tenderhearted, aren’t you?” He paused then spoke to the eunuch. “My lady wants to pleasure you. Come here, trade places with me.” When Xander stood before her and began massaging her scalp, Romulus took his place between her legs and began rubbing his thick cock along the length of her slit. It felt delicious. Because she wanted the eunuch to feel pleasure, too, she lifted her head and took his flaccid cock in her mouth,
sucking and licking the slender tool. She splayed her hands over his pliable buttocks, ringing his asshole with a finger. Xander sighed, but his cock stayed soft in her mouth. “Your mouth feels warm and wet and ever so sweet, but I can’t get hard. You should save your efforts for your Master or mine.” Garnet felt bad for Xander but she kept trying to stimulate him. Antonio’s touch grew more intense as he began working on her nipples, twisting the rings and suckling first one and then the other. Romulus finger-fucked her ass and cunt while taking her clit between his teeth and blowing on the sensitive flesh. Gods but she wanted to come. Watching the men had brought her desire to a fever pitch, and the stimulation—it was delicious but practically too much. She felt Romulus straighten and plunge his hot, rigid cock inside her cunt. She grasped him with inner muscles, wanting him to stay…wanting to feel the hot jet of his seed deep in her body. Antonio moved lower, found her clit and sucked it. She sucked Xander harder and felt a small tremor of excitement in his cock. Pressure built inside her. She shuddered with the force of her orgasm as Romulus came in staccato bursts within her body. When he withdrew and sank into her asshole, she came again, holding on to the eunuch while Antonio and Romulus held on to her.
***** The next morning Romulus woke with Garnet draped over his relaxed body. Antonio and his eunuch lover lay cuddled together on the other side of the bed. He felt strangely complete. Garnet had known he missed his life companion, and she’d loved him enough to invite Antonio and Xander into their bed. “Thank you, my darling,” he whispered, drawing her close. “We need not do this again unless you want to.” “You’d give up your life companion for your mere mate?” she asked, her tone teasing. “You know you’re not a mere mate. You’re my life.” “But Antonio’s your life mate. I don’t want you to give him up. I want us all to be together, one big happy family.” He watched with wonder as she rolled over and gave Antonio and his lover wake-up kisses before turning back to him and taking his mouth in a voracious, hungry kiss. “Would you like that, Master mine?” He imagined having her…and having Antonio as well. He pictured them all becoming close, friends and lovers, sex slaves and Masters. “Oh yeah, my beautiful slave. I’ll like it, a lot. But I love you, now and always.”
Epilogue Three months later
“I’m glad Prince Arik decided to stop wearing that fearsome mask.” “Yes. Unlike what was rumored, his face is not so scarred that it frightens small children. I don’t know why he insisted on wearing it for so long.” Garnet smiled at the two old women who, despite their complaining, seemed happy enough to be drinking Arik’s wine and stuffing their wizened faces at the festival celebrating the six-month anniversary of his son’s birth. “They have no clue about the pain Arik endured so he could bare his face to his subjects without having them scream with terror.” Emerald shook her head then fixed her gaze on her prince. “My prince went through the seven hells to reach the point where he dares walk among his people. I’m so proud of him.” Garnet knew that. Their prince was a decent man she knew would make a just ruler for Obsidion. Already smiles were brighter in the Street of Pleasure, as customers and purveyors alike were profiting from the new law that no man could be made a eunuch. Because of Xander, she’d come to know firsthand that the making of eunuchs was cruel and wrong. The prince’s edict was right. No man should be denied the right to make love or to come. Business hadn’t slowed at all. Romulus’ fears had proven unfounded. Though some tourists had grumbled mightily about the impending shortage of eunuch sex slaves, those same tourists had for the most part said they’d choose from the emporiums’ available alternatives: beautiful women and whole but sterile males. Antonio and Xander had taken over managing the emporiums’ day-to-day operations, leaving Romulus free to pleasure Garnet although the four still played together often in the ménage a quatre that had begun shortly after hers and Romulus’s mating. “You seem happy, little sister,” Emerald said, her gaze on Pearl, who would take her own mate exactly one year after Garnet’s mating. “I hope Pearl will find as much contentment with Pak Lin as we have with our mates.” “I hope so, too.” Garnet would take Romulus’ hot cock—or Antonio’s, or even Xander’s, though his prowess was sorely lacking—any day over that of a sexbot, even one of Pak Song’s best. She
imagined Emerald preferred Prince Arik to any bot, as well. Pearl, though, seemed to be anticipating a lifetime with her future mate’s inventory of sex toys—almost as much as she looked forward to mating with the cyborg-maker’s son himself. That could provide for some discord, but only time would tell. Needing her mate, Garnet looked his way and smiled. As always, Romulus responded quickly, meeting her gaze with a heated one of his own. “Let’s go home,” he said, clasping her hand and nodding his goodbyes to the royal assembly. Yes, Romulus always knew what Garnet wanted, for she always wanted him. In the transporter, he suckled her nipples while she stroked his golden cock. Soon they’d be home, hearing the sounds from the adjoining suite that told her Antonio was as happy with his mate as Garnet was with hers. They’d soon strip off their celebratory garments and make slow, hot love. The reality of that love beat her wildest fantasies. Maybe he’d summon the men they both loved to join them, as they often did. She raised her head and looked into her mate’s passion-glazed eyes. “You know I love you, Master mine.” “Yes, but I love you more. More than wealth. More than life itself.” The End
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Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®, to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional involvement and lifelong commitment—the elusive fantasy women often dream about but seldom achieve. First published in 1996, Jacobs has sold over forty books and novellas, some of which have earned awards including the Passionate Plume (best novella, 2006), the Desert Rose (best hot and spicy romance, 2004) and More Than Magic (best erotic romance, 2004). She has been a double finalist in separate categories of the EPPIES and From the Heart RWA Chapter’s contest. Three of her books have been translated and sold in several European countries. A CPA and former hospital financial manager, Jacobs now writes full-time, with the help of Mr. Blue, the family cat who sometimes likes to perch on the back of her desk chair and lend his sage advice. He sometimes even contributes a few random letters when he decides he wants to try out the keyboard. She loves to hear from readers, and to put faces with names at signings and conventions.
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