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Sobehk’s claws dug into Khan’s thighs. He thrust harder.

Fallon felt the echoing strike and bucked hard in reply.

Khan groaned. “Quit teasing and fuck, damn you!”

Sobehk growled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Khan choked out a laugh. “I like pain, remember?”

“You have injuries, remember?”

Khan sighed. “If it hurts that way, I’ll stop.”

“You better.”

“Open up your damned link, and you’ll know!”

Sensation bloomed within Fallon’s mind. She could feel the delicious wet strength of her body holding Khan’s, the tightness of Khan around Sobehk’s cock, and the aching bliss of Sobehk within Khan’s body. And she could feel her urgent, hungry need insinuating itself into their minds, stirring them with her violent appetite.

Sobehk growled and thrust, driving Khan forward into Fallon’s wet, snug heat.

Aching, violent pleasure spilled across all three.

Sobehk gasped. “Oh ... shit.” And then he proceeded to fuck, hard and fast. Driven by her feral urgency, thought fled before the ravenous hunger of the body.

Moans and soft cries were punctuated by the sound of damp sweating flesh striking flesh. The rich, musky perfume of sweat and lust washed over them and intoxicated them. Echoes of dark, pain-edged pleasure washed in tides through their minds, stirring their passions to a maddening and mindless miasma of screaming urgency.

Sobehk’s mouth opened on Khan’s shoulder, and he sank his teeth in. The ripping pain of the bite seared through all of them.

Khan’s shout threaded with Fallon’s cry.

Climax surged with horrific speed and crested, the pressure mounting with murderous intent.

Sobehk’s tongue swept across the burning wounds on Khan’s shoulder. He moved his mouth closer to Khan’s throat and sank his teeth in again.

Their breath stopped.

Release exploded, washing over them and drowning them in a hot wet tidal wave of violent and dark-edged pleasure.

They screamed.

Chapter Forty-Three

In the heart of Port Destiny station’s glittering night, the deep shadows of Khan’s garden were fragrant with night-blooming flowers. Thousands of tiny lights glittered among the branches of every tree and bush, echoing the millions of lights that winked all around like stars.

Under three spreading oaks, Sobehk, his robes a pristine and opalescent white, knelt in the grass at Khan’s feet, his head bowed.

Khan, arrayed in his formal court robes, set his hands on the kneeling man’s shoulders.

Fallon stood at Khan’s right shoulder in the long black and scarlet robes of her office as
upuaht
rehkyt
, devoted bodyguard and body-slave to a prince. In her hands she held the meter-long, curved, deadly moon blade, the
dhe’syah
, the two-handed weapon of a prince’s truest companion.

Behind Sobehk,
Ehnya’dhyt
Prince Aden and
Ehnya’dhyt
Dhuet stood as official witnesses to the small private ceremony.

A question was presented, Khan’s voice solemn and etched with pain as he spoke the archaic words.

Tears were shed as Sobehk uttered the declaration of recognition.

Khan pressed a small blade to his wrist. Scarlet spilled. He offered his wounded wrist to Sobehk.

Sobehk pressed his lips to the cut, then bit.

Khan gasped, his fingers clutching Sobehk’s shoulder.

Sobehk swallowed once and pulled his mouth away. He delivered the traditional vow of service in a voice that trembled then broke.

Khan bid Sobehk to rise in a voice tight with emotion.

Sobehk came up on his feet, his head rising well above Khan’s.

Fallon could barely see through her tears.

Khan turned and took the curved, two-handed weapon from her hands then held the weapon out to Sobehk across his palms. “
Dhe’syah
.” My weapon.

Sobehk took it into his own hands. “
Deshryt
.” My prince.

Fallon wiped her wet cheeks with her palm.
My loves.

Appendix

The Language of the Skeldhi

Skeldhor Prime

- Skeldhi -- the people of Skeldhor, ship-speak bastardization of skeldyht / ... of Skeldhor

Kwusehyr -- a principal spaceport

Titles

Pshent -- Queen / implies “Mother”

Atehf-mehnat -- Queen’s Consort / implies “collared prince”

- mehnat -- royal (ornamental) collar

Hedjhyt -- crown princess

Atehf -- prince consort

Tahemryt -- blood princess; direct relation to royal line / ... of the blood

Deshryt -- blood prince; direct relation to royal line / ... of the blood

Kehpresh -- war prince

‘Sey -- lady mistress (pronounced: say)

Sey’dhyt -- generic lady mistress / ... of an office

A’sey -- respectable ma’am (non-royal)

‘Syr -- lord master (pronounced: seer)

‘Syr’dhyt -- generic lord master / ... of an office

A’syr -- respectable sir (non-royal)

Dhe’syah -- moon blade (weapon); also sworn vassal or liege man / implies “the lord’s weapon”

Law & Government

Maht -- Law - Honor - Truth; the world order, justice, proper conduct

Ehnyad -- The Council of Nine Elders

- Ehnya’dhyt -- councilor / ... of the council

Mahfeht -- office of judicial enforcement and legal execution

- Mahfeht’syr -- lord master executioner

- Mahf’dhyt -- enforcer, also known as a hunter / ... of judicial authority; legal executioner

Mehdjay -- office of Intelligence and Security

- Mehdjay’syr -- Lord-officer of Intelligence and Security

- mehdja’dhyt -- Investigative Officer

uhra’eh -- military / implies “a group of fire-spitting serpents”

- Uhra’eh’syr -- warlord / implies “Lord of the fire-spitting serpents”

- uhra’dhyt -- a soldier / ... of the fire-spitting serpents

nehkyx -- a punisher or trainer / implies “whip”

- Nehkyx’syr -- master-trainer

Sehnbay -- office of medicine / implies health

- Sehnbay’syr -- master surgeon-engineer

- sehn’dhyt -- medic / ... of health

shen -- rehkyt obedience collar / implies “to encircle”

rehkyt -- pet / implies “captive bird”

seysehn -- concubine / implies “lotus flower”

seysaht -- skilled or trained rehkyt (f.) / implies “educated female”

deyjaht -- skilled or trained rehkyt (m.) / implies “educated male”

upuaht -- rehkyt guard / implies “canine guardian”

isfeht -- outlaw; runaway rehkyt / implies disorderly, chaotic, insane

teht (tj.t) -- rehkyt in ovulation cycle / implies “sacred blood”

-dhyt -- (pl.) the people of ...

Tawrhyt -- Skeldhi ovulation cycle / implies “season of sacred blood”

rahyt -- blood-rage

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“Silence.” Armand issued the command in a glacial tone.

Shaun's eyes widened with horror as Foster took Armand's free hand, placing a finger in his mouth. The action was sinister, but also somehow sexual, sending a convulsion of need through her pussy. Foster bit down and blood flowed freely, making her gasp with shock. Armand brought the bleeding digit to her mouth, inciting muted grunts of horror from her. As a drop of blood trickled onto her tongue, she tried to close her mouth, but found it impossible. The last thing she wanted was to be one of them.

To her surprise, he withdrew his finger, sucking on the wound for a second, until it closed. Then, he bit the finger Foster placed in his mouth, and Foster repeated the experience, with Shaun doing her best to fight. Again, after a single drop of blood touched her tongue, he pulled away, tending to his wound.

Armand's gaze locked with hers, and she found it impossible to look away. A swirling vortex of blue sucked her in. She was aware of her muscles slackening, but couldn't resist the compulsion to relax.

“Obey.”

With the simple word, Shaun slumped forward, all fight leaving her. A muted voice in the back of her mind urged her to continue struggling. With a determined effort, she managed to ask, “What have you done?”

“You are in our thrall,” Foster said. He shrugged. “It is only temporary.”

In a stupor, Shaun stood passively while Armand stripped off her pants and underwear. Standing naked before them stirred embarrassment, allowing her to summon the ability to cross her arms over her breasts.

“See how she resists?” Foster sounded proud.

“It is remarkable.” Armand's closed expression revealed nothing, until he pulled her arms to her side. Heat radiated from his eyes as his gaze caressed her from head to toe. Feeling stripped bare, she once again tried to cross her arms over her breasts. “Leave them at your sides.” The harsh command had her freezing, although her mind tried to battle his control.

A half-smile curved his lips, displaying a dimple. “Without the annoying defiance and sharp tongue, you are a magnificent woman,
ma belle
.” He nodded once, sharply. “Yes, worth the trouble indeed, Foster.”

“Told you.” He grinned at Shaun before beginning to shed his clothes. Armand did the same, and Shaun's gaze darted constantly between them. She wanted to feel alarm or fear, but instead, desire spread through her as each inch of their flesh became visible.

Naked, they were still a study in contrasts. Armand's olive skin glowed a warm honey shade in the amber light of the bathroom fixture, while Foster's appeared a light cream color. It didn't make him look sickly, as she might have expected. Instead, he was peaches and cream sorbet, with her tongue begging for a taste.

Her gaze slipped lower, until she was examining their cocks. Both men were aroused, but the similarities ended there. Armand wasn't circumcised, and his penis was long, with several dark veins visible under the olive skin. It jutted a little to the right, making her have to resist the urge to grasp the shaft in her hand and align it straight ahead. A dusting of hair smattered across his balls did nothing to shield them.

The hair covering Foster's testicles was more profuse than Armand's. Still, it did little to obscure his balls, due to the lightness of the brown shade of his pubic hair. He had been circumcised, leaving his slightly shorter, thicker cock with a bulbous purple head that reminded her of a mushroom. Her pussy contracted, aching to have the massive appendage surge inside her.

She blinked at the thought, her mind clearing. What was she doing? These necros were intent on using her for their pleasure, and she was contemplating participating. If only the training classes had covered this scenario! All she knew was the necros could manipulate the minds of any victim they chose, and sex was the most efficient way of doing so. There had been a few techniques taught to break mind control, but none were working. They weren't strong enough to fend off the power of the two men before her.

As Foster moved to the bathtub, turning on the faucets fully, Armand approached her once more. Shaun raised her foot to take a step back before freezing. She wasn't going to back away from him again. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she would endure it without revealing any weakness.

His gaze locked with hers for a second time, and his mouth formed a word. “Release.”

The fog in her head cleared instantly, and she had control of her limbs. It took a second longer to shake off the lingering remnants of arousal so she could move. With an angry growl, she hurled herself at him, hands extended to scratch his face. She got in one rake with her nails before he dragged her writhing body against his, clamping her close to his chest with his cock poking into her stomach.

“I have yet to force a woman into my bed, Shaun. I will not use the thrall to do so.” He arched his hips, pushing his cock deeper into the softness of her stomach. “You are now free to do whatever you choose, aside from taking a bath. You will have one before we taste you.” He licked her cheek with a teasing flick. “I insist on a clean consort.”