Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (6 page)

“Why do you stare so intently at my cock?” Blessed put the bag on the bed. “Come forward if you would like to inspect me.”

They said that curiosity killed the cat, but since Tyler was a man, he figured he was relatively safe. He moved toward the end of the bed.

“I will stand to let you look, touch, and even taste.” Blessed reached down and cupped Tyler’s chin. “Show me your teeth.”

Tyler opened his mouth.

Blessed chuckled. “Very small and blunt. Still, I do not want you to bite me.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good. Look.” Blessed spread his legs a bit and put his fists on his hips. Strands of his long black hair fell forward, tangling down his chest, which Tyler realized did not have nipples, just as he’d said. It was strange but he still looked good. Like a human who had been amped up through some kind of experiment. Or steroids.

Deliberately, Tyler reached under Blessed’s cock and touched the skin. It was harder than he thought it would be. Almost like toughened leather. “You don’t have balls.”

“Balls? That word is not translating correctly for me.”

“Testicles.” Tyler cupped his own. “It’s what holds my sperm for conception.”

“I am not a breeder.”

“You’re sterile?”

Clearly taking affront, Blessed declared, “I am clean.”

“No, I mean, did they cut them off?” Tyler cupped his balls and pantomimed cutting them off. Blessed made a face of such horror it almost made Tyler laugh. “So you just weren’t born with any balls, but you won out in the massive cock department.” He shook his head. “That’s some kind of deal.”

“Breeders have a sac within the body that produces the products of conception. They must have a host to implant.”

“A female.”

Blessed nodded. “Yes. They are not sentient.”

“Your women aren’t intelligent?”

“No. They breed just like the breeder. I am a neutral.”

“So, when you reach your moment of pleasure, do you ejaculate like I did on stage?”

“Yes.”

“But it’s not for conception.”

“No. It is for release. A fluid builds up inside, here.” Blessed took Tyler’s hand in his and pressed his palm to the spot on his abs that was right above his prick. “Before I went to war, I let it build up until the pressure made me slightly crazed. It is a good way to go into battle.”

Tyler didn’t doubt that for a moment. He knew when he hadn’t gotten off for a while he got grumpy as hell. Multiply that frustration by several times over and sure, he could see slapping on some shitkickers and stomping his way to world domination.

“I would then find satisfaction with one of the conquered people.” Blessed grinned, exposing his dangerous teeth. “It was doubly satisfying.”

“You raped them?” Tyler moved back just a bit.

“Force? No. They submit willingly to appease me so I don’t destroy everything in my path. But I do not wage war anymore.” Blessed looked at him with slightly widened eyes. “Are you a breeder?”

“On my planet we have males and females. No neutrals. Everyone is able to breed. I mean, unless we use contraception, or there’s an accident or something.” Tyler again cupped his balls. “What did you think this was for?”

“I thought it would grow up into your cock as you were aroused. The Zadif’t male has a cock that does that, but the balls are about the size of your skull.”

“Christ! Is every male in the universe packing heat but humans?”

“A Zadif’t male is twice my size, so comparatively, his cock is no bigger than mine.” Blessed looked again at Tyler’s balls. “So that does not add to your girth or length?”

“Nope. It just hangs there.”

They examined one another for a bit longer. Other than the big differences, their cocks were amazingly similar.

“Can I taste you?” Tyler was curious what Blessed tasted like.

“You wish to lick my ass as I did to you?”

“I was hoping to taste your cock.” Tyler cupped his hands around the shaft.

“You may.” Blessed watched him, his lids lowered over his eyes, which turned the red darker.

Tentatively, Tyler extended his tongue and swiped it across the tip of Blessed’s prick. He wasn’t expecting the reaction he got, which was Blessed stepping back so fast he yanked his dick right out of Tyler’s hands.

Blessed had to retreat or he would have released all over Tyler’s face. That would have been a rather shocking surprise, considering he would not be prepared for such a deluge. What utterly stunned Blessed was that all Tyler had done was lick him. Something about him, his tongue, or the fact it had been ages since Blessed had been so fully engaged with another, made him peak far too early.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Tyler seemed baffled but not afraid, which was progress, considering how he had been when Blessed first entered the room. To be fair, Blessed had been trying to frighten him, but not any longer. For the first time, he was finding a novel experience in getting to know a man he wished to mate with. In all his life, from conquered worlds to those neutrals who fought by his side, Blessed didn’t recall ever conversing so much in prelude to sex. Before, during, or after, there was very little said beyond grunts, growls, and groans.

Unsure what to say, because he certainly didn’t want Tyler to know how excited he was, Blessed opened the bag that his servants had waiting for him. Inside, he found a wide variety of sex toys and unguents, all small enough to work on his latest plaything.

“I wish to show you something.”

“Sure.” Tyler leaned back. From his body language it was clear he was no longer afraid, and that was good. Blessed enjoyed dominating his partners, and he’d even reveled in their fear, but this with Tyler was unique. Generally, he liked his partners willingly on their knees. Although, if Tyler licked him again, he wasn’t so sure which of them would be the true master. Unafraid of the unknown, Blessed decided he would continue with this until he grew bored. So far, it was the only thing in his retirement which had engaged him for any length of time.

Looking through the contents of the bag, he pulled out a simple unguent but then wondered if it would hurt his alien slave. Using his mental link, he conferred with his devotee, who assured him the products in the glide would be safe to use on Tyler. Everything placed in the bag was appropriate for use with a creature from Earth. Reassured, Blessed set the bottle aside while he looked for a small toy he could insert into Tyler’s bottom.

“Ah.” Blessed held it up. “This is similar to the probe that was placed in you on the auction block. It will give you great pleasure.” Blessed failed to mention that it would do so at his behest. He alone controlled the device. “You enjoyed that earlier, did you not?”

“Yeah.” Tyler grinned, showing again his curious teeth. They were not unattractive but only differently shaped than Blessed’s.

“I will give you satisfaction if you allow me to find the same.” At Tyler’s worried expression, Blessed clarified, “On worlds I have conquered, I have come across species smaller than you.”

“And you managed to fit your dick in them?”

“Penetration is not the only way to find release.” Blessed thought this was obvious, but then again, he did not quite know all there was to know about the ways of Earthlings. “Do you only enjoy penetration?”

“No. I mean, yeah, I like to get it and I like to give it, but I like other stuff, too.” Tyler grinned. “What did you have in mind?”

With an economy of motion, Blessed had the small cylinder inserted into Tyler.

“It’s not doing anything.”

“I haven’t activated it.” Blessed climbed up on the bed to lie on his back, with Tyler resting on top of him. Since Tyler’s back was to Blessed’s chest, they were both able to look up into the mirror. Tyler was so pale against the red of Blessed’s skin it was a visually interesting contrast. He fit atop him so perfectly it was as if he were made for him.

“Prepare yourself for me.” Blessed put the slicker into Tyler’s hand.

“Uh…”

“You will slick up the inside of your thighs for me.”

“Gotcha.” Tyler sat up, his tight little buns against the lowest part of Blessed’s abdomen. Back behind that wall of taut muscle was the sac that held his products of release. The Krase word did not translate into other languages at all, but in slang terms it was called a
detaf
, which was a device one punched to dissipate tension.

Blessed was expecting Tyler to slather himself, but instead, he grasped the shaft of Blessed’s cock and stroked the slicker over him while sucking the tip. A surge of longing almost made Blessed lose control, but he dug his hands into the hard bed to hold himself back. What in the universe was it about Tyler? He wanted to tell him to stop, but Blessed was afraid to let him know how intense his reaction to his mouth was, so instead, he sat up, wrapped one massive arm across Tyler’s chest, and pulled him back until they were lying flat. As soon as he had him in that position, Blessed lowered his hands to Tyler’s hips.

“Press your legs tightly together.” While holding him steady, Blessed rocked his hips, sawing his prick in the tight space made by Tyler’s oh-so-soft thighs. It was glorious. And then, to his surprise, Tyler made things even better. Using his surprisingly strong hands, Tyler cupped them around the shaft of Blessed’s cock so that when he thrust up, Tyler pressed down, forcing Blessed’s prick to slide against Tyler’s.

Determined to give back as good as he received, Blessed activated the device in Tyler’s bottom so that it released a series of gentle vibrations.

“Oh, God.”

“You like?” Blessed asked even though he could clearly see Tyler’s reaction by looking up into the mirror.

“It’s amazing. Like a little finger pressing all the right spots.”

Blessed held tight to Tyler’s hips while he lifted his
strosan
and wrapped it around Tyler’s prick. Molding it to his dimensions, he made a tidy little sheath for him to fuck. At the top of Tyler’s cock, Blessed placed the tip of his
strosan
, which had a divot that could provide suction. As soon as he caused it to suck at Tyler’s prick, his reaction was profound.

“Oh, fuck!” Tyler’s eyes rolled back, and his hands pressed down harder.

“Are you near your release?”

“Very. You?”

“Bounce your bottom a bit.”

When Tyler did as he commanded, his tight buttocks pressed down on Blessed’s
detaf
, but not hard enough. Cupping his hips, Blessed forced him to bang against his body as he turned the device in Tyler’s bottom up, making it vibrate faster and firmer.

Right before release, their gazes met in the mirror. For a timeless moment, Blessed was tuned into Tyler so perfectly it was as if they had always been looking for the other. It was madness, as what god would bind such unlikely species? Still, the intensity was there, and then Blessed felt something else. Intimacy. He had never done anything like what he’d done tonight. As they worked their bodies together, each hungry for release, there was more, too. A curious bonding of sorts.

Tyler’s body went rigid as he climaxed. The force of his ejaculation pushed aside the tip of Blessed’s
strosan
, splattering his release on both of them and the bed. Blessed marveled that the products of his body were white. He’d seen him on stage, but he’d thought the coloring was a trick of the lighting. In a way, he was glad it wasn’t. Their differences were arousing and interesting.

Moments later, Blessed felt the muscles around his
detaf
clench, pushing everything out all at once. Luckily, Tyler was still holding his hands to the shaft of Blessed’s prick, so the jet of dark blue splattered Tyler’s belly and not his face. Blessed could not remember a release so intense. His relief was profound. When he finished looking at the mark of his pleasure on his newest slave, he found his gaze drawn back to Tyler’s.

In the mirror, their gazes met, held, and Blessed swore he felt emotions toward his slave. Furious, frightened, Blessed rolled Tyler off his body and left him there on the bed as he retreated into the bathroom.

After the most exquisite orgasm in his life, Tyler was unceremoniously dumped onto the bed. The device in his bottom abruptly stopped, and the warmth of Blessed’s blue ejaculate turned suddenly cold.

Unsure what the hell had just happened, Tyler removed the toy and then looked around for something to clean up with. He went to the room that he thought was the bathroom, found a stack of towels, grabbed one, and then cleaned himself up as best he could.

For a moment, he thought he and Blessed had shared something beyond the physical, but apparently he’d been wrong. Reading an alien’s features and trying to understand his motives were probably a waste of time. Still, Tyler was hurt. He’d enjoyed what they’d done. In all his life, he’d never done anything like that, and he thought Blessed had enjoyed it, too. But from his reaction it was clear he hadn’t. Or had he?

Maybe Blessed’s kind had to attend to some odd personal hygiene issue right after sex. But if that were the case, why hadn’t he come into the bathroom? After cleaning himself up, and noticing that Blessed’s fluid dyed his skin slightly, Tyler returned to the bed. Rather than climbing on top, he settled on the edge, staring at the door Blessed had gone through.