The Melier: Home World (Women of Dor Nye Book 2) (17 page)

She sucked, and licked, and squeezed with both hands, working him quickly and hungrily. His breathing was stunted, and he sounded like he was experiencing delicious misery which only spurred her forward.

His sap was flooding her mouth with his lust and she couldn’t get enough, licking up anything that slipped past her lips. His cock pulsed and throbbed in her hands and on her swiveling tongue until he was moaning her name like a prayer.

Soren told her to stop, but she didn’t. Zun was still eagerly devouring her and anchoring her within his hold. It was deliciously maddening, turning her into a crazed bundle of tension, and when Soren grabbed her by the hair and
pulled
her up off of him, she came a third time. Her nails dug into Soren’s thigh while his fist was tangled in her hair, and Zun whipped her orgasm from her with his wicked tongue.

Once again, she was being lifted and
placed
where they wanted her.

Zun sat on a cushion and she was facing him, his stiff, thrumming cock in her face while Soren kicked her knees apart from behind. As he placed his tip between the lips of her dripping cunt and bucked, sinking in and roughly stretching her, she cried out. Zun leaned forward to suck up the sound with his lips in a forceful kiss, surprisingly careful not to shred her lips with his teeth. When he leaned back, she grabbed his hand and placed it on the base of his cock.

“Stroke yourself,” she moaned, eager to watch him.

“Loo-Sha…,” he warned. His eyes were obsidian pits and his chest heaved with arousal and waning self-control.

“
Do it
,” she commanded and leaned forward to flick her tongue along the slit on the underside of his throbbing cock. She
‘mmm’d’
when he gushed a small stream of come along her lips and chin.

Zun continued to pant with mixed anger and lust, and Lucia stared intently at him, daring him to defy her wishes while Soren continued to mercilessly fuck her. She watched as his fingers hesitantly tightened around the base of his cock, and after a few long seconds, he stroked upward once and hissed a breath.

She rewarded him with kissing the tip of his cock and wetting it with her tongue. He snarled and exhaled shakily, stroking easier the next time. Once more she gifted him by flattening her tongue against the slit, and then twirling.

“Loo-Sha,” he rumbled and stroked himself again, shaking with loosely held restraint. His head fell back along his shoulders before he looked down at her. She dug her fingernails into the thick skin on his thighs and he jerked his hand once more.

He longingly watched her breasts bounce with the force of Soren’s thrusts, and stroked up to his sensitive, pale blue tip. Her mouth found the peak and she sucked ruthlessly, moaning around the hot flesh, and swallowing the searing fluid he gave up.

One of Zun’s hands tweaked one of her nipples, and she gasped. He cupped, caressed, and squeezed the mound in his curious exploration, pulling forth sounds of pleasure from Lucia. A pair of Soren’s hands ran up her back from behind while the other set clamped her fleshy hips, and she suddenly felt like she was drowning in Melier males.

When one of those many hands rolled her clit between two fingers, she came undone. Zun clamped a hand under her chin so she was looking up at him as she burst around Soren’s cock. She panted, whimpered, and pleaded, and it was all lost into Zun’s mouth as he kissed her like she was the glass of water, and he was parched. All the while, she shook and squeezed around Soren, her leg muscles quivering with the shock of her orgasm, causing them to involuntarily kick, and jitter as she rode the many waves of ecstasy crashing through her.

Just as quickly, he pulled back and guided her mouth to his pulsing cock. Lucia didn’t hesitate. Her lips closed around it, tongue massaging the bulging veins as she
gulped
him, urging him to ride those waves with her.

His appreciative groans were nearly clacking, rolling growls. His hands held her hair back while she worked over him, body jumping as Soren continued to drive her pussy. All she could hear was a mixture of skin slapping together, snarling, panting, and the hissing of breath and suddenly, Soren was pulling out.

Hot ejaculate flowed up her back and dripped down the sides of her body as Soren roared with each eruption. Jet after jet of his come blasted her back, causing her to moan around the cock in her mouth. Zun pumped his hips up into her warmth as his restraint nearly broke, and then began thundering his orgasm, gushing and choking her with his sap.

She tried her best to swallow and gulp, but he just kept
coming
. She lifted her mouth to gasp for air as her hands continued to work him, and he continued to spurt over her throat and chest until he slowly collapsed back against the cushion, completely spent.

Lucia sagged to the floor, panting for air and pleasantly satisfied. Two tails lazily brushed along her face and arms appreciatively; the only parts of her body that were mostly free of green slime.

“I
still
want to know what’s going on.”

Two exasperated groans was all she heard.

****

Soren watched Val’Zun bring his beam lash down once again, and the cry of the guard rung out around them. Gi’Ren had finally found the guard that put the trowb beetle in their suite, but he wasn’t giving up who put him to the task. Nearly a week they had been working on him, and he wasn’t breaking.

“You would
harm
your princess?” Val’Zun growled in the face of the guard.

“She is not my princess,” the guard spit at his feet, and then Soren’s. “Perverted, both of you! Animal fuckers-”

Soren landed a hit into the guard’s ribs to keep him from spewing further insults. That was all he did it seemed, and while they were both growing tired of it, they
needed
to know who he was collaborating with.

They would keep coming until Lucia was dead, and she was getting more and more suspicious every day. She was not stupid; she knew something was happening. He was hesitant to tell her until they could eliminate the immediate threat to her safety.

He and his brothers had gone over possible associates but they couldn’t pinpoint anything. They had watched endless security footage, thoroughly picked through communication logs, and had even spoken to the less reputable merchants of Xula to see if they heard of anything.

The three of them even suspected their mother at one point, but she was clean. He felt a bit guilty suspecting her, though he wouldn’t leave a stone unturned when it came to his mate.

Soren regretted ever bringing her to Melierun.

****

As if her thoughts of the previous morning had been made public, Gi’Calla showed up that afternoon before the party to spend time with Lucia. Gi’Ren agreed to take Lenny for a short while, and she was almost incredulous that she wouldn’t have a hulking beasty as her shadow. It was just her and Gi’Calla, and she was nervous and excited all at once.

“May I call you Gi’Calla?” She wasn’t sure if it was
proper
to be on a first name basis with the future queen of Melierun. In the back of her mind, she practiced saying
‘Your Highness’
or
‘Princess Gi’Calla’
, but every time her mouth went to form words, she stumbled and nearly called the princess by her first name.

Val’Zun had never truly answered her about what she should call his siblings before she’d thrown goop at his face on the ship.

Maybe I really
don’t
have any self-control.

Nonsense.

“You may,” she finally said after a long, narrowed gaze that left Lucia feeling uneasy. Just as quickly, Gi’Calla flashed her dangerous teeth in a bright smile. “Tell me how you saved Val’Ja from enslavement. I have not heard the whole story.”

Lucia was unusually jumpy, but she relayed the story, and it made her think of how far they had come.

Months ago she was simply a bounty hunter, and now she was a mother, and mated to not one, but
two
princes, and she herself was
technically
a princess, though she certainly didn’t feel like one outside of the lavish surroundings.

She inwardly snorted at that.

The palace had become more like a prison, and talking about her first days with Soren made her
miss
home even more. She was
free
there.

Gi’Calla asked questions and Lucia continued to tell her things about Dor Nye, her family, and Soren’s responsibilities with the Assembly. She was very interested, and Lu was eager to tell her things in the hope she would see how
normal
humans were, and that they had the same goals as any other species or civilization.

On and on she answered Gi’Calla’s questions as they wound through the palace and soon, she realized her surroundings were no longer familiar.

“Where are we?” She looked around her, noticing they entered a hallway with many doors, and many palace guards. At the end of the passage, a black door with red and gold painted metalwork etched up the door like upside down plant roots; like most of the other important palace doors.

None of the other doors were
black
though.

Lu rubbed her palms along her thighs nervously and her steps slowed.

“You are a princess now,” Gi’Calla slowed to face her and beckon her to follow. “You should be privy to official affairs.”

A sick feeling twisted her guts as her feet moved forward against her better judgement. Something about the
red
along the golden metal of the door didn’t sit well with her. It looked like
blood
, even though she knew it was probably only paint.

Her eyes drifted to Gi’Calla, who was watching her with those pale eyes, pupils such thin slivers they could barely be seen.

While the female Melier’s were of shorter, smaller stature, they still towered over her and were nearly twice her size. Tall and willowy, that would describe them. Some were less muscular than Gi’Calla, she’d noticed. The queen was one of them.

Onward her feet carried her across the mosaic floor, her eyes widening with each step that brought her closer to the door. The guards opened the heavy black thing and immediately Lucia heard the scream of some poor soul.

She froze.

“Come,” Gi’Calla pulled her along, actually touching her. She let herself be guided, unsure she would be able to move otherwise.

“Gi’Ren found who put the trowb beetle in the princes’ suite not long ago.” When she gasped, Gi’Calla lifted her hairless brows. “You did not know it was an attempt on your life?” The female
tsk’d
, a slight, almost undetectable grin lifting the corner of her mouth. “My brothers do not tell you many things.”

Lucia felt a tremor of anger and fear curl its way around her body, but another scream rang out, startling her and shifting her thoughts. Gi’Calla pulled her into a room with one way glass. It overlooked what she assumed was a cell of sorts. The floor and walls were of pale gray stone and the entire room was stark, clean, and brightly lit. The three beings in the middle, though, are what drew her gasp.

Val’Zun circled another male, a beam lash in his fist, who was chained to a post while Soren yelled a question. Her fingers floated to her lips as she took in the swollen, black flesh of the males back. Her own skin crawled as her memory pulled up the sting of the beam lash. It felt like searing, barbed metal scraping across flesh, but it would never break the skin unlike traditional whips. A person wouldn’t bleed out on the floor from a ripped up back; it was torture.

Why are they doing this?

“My brothers have been taking turns,” Gi’Calla said and that’s when Lucia noticed the king and queen were also in the room, ignoring her. She looked up at the princess and then back out to her mates who didn’t know she was there. “The guard will not speak, other than to curse
you
and your progeny. He continues to call Val’Ja and Val’Zun perverted for their relations with a beast.”

She flinched. Gi’Calla said all of this nonchalantly, as if she couldn’t care one way or the other about how it may affect anyone around her; specifically Lucia.

“Eventually he will be killed, whenever they are finished,” she shrugged.

She watched as Zun raised his arm, and brought the whip down with such force her own back twitched, as if
she
were the one tied to that post. The anger in his eyes was scorching, as his brother shouted once more at the guard for the name of who put him up to the scheme. The guard howled with pain, and when Zun drew his hand back to bring the whip down once more, Lucia put her hand to the glass and screamed their names.

“Val’Zun! Soren!” she heard herself yell, and then pound once on the glass. His hand stayed, and both looked up at the glass, even though they couldn’t see her. They scented the air then, making it obvious they knew she was there at that moment. If it were possible, Val’Zun’s anger seemed to reach a new level and he dropped the whip to stalk toward the set of stairs that led up to the viewing room she was in. Once they burst through, he slammed the door behind Soren.