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Nnora hadn’t heard the newcomer’s entry nor did she understand the questions he asked the prince, since he spoke them in his native language. When he first came in, she’d been grateful for the interruption. Now, having recalled the predicament she was in, she found herself wondering whether this new intruder would prove to be friend or foe, one of her father’s soldiers or one of the prince’s warriors.
From his garb, he did not appear to be one of her father’s men. Since her father’s warriors tended to blend in with Earthlings as much as possible, they wore clothes that were the norm for the locale they guarded in. In other words, Levis and tee shirts, covered by trench coats to conceal their weapons.
This man’s loose, belted tunic resembled those once worn by ancient Roman soldiers. The short skirt cut full to accommodate ease of fighting, ended well above his knees, exposed miles of hair-roughened legs and thighs.
Why was he here?And what had he asked the prince, something along the line of, “Is it my turn yet?”
She shuddered.
The man’s unearthly neon-green gaze swept the dim corners of the room as if searching for an intruder. He turned, taking in every aspect of the disruption caused by her tussle with Devtorvas. She cringed—he’d probably heard everything that had occurred earlier, too.
Abruptly, the big man stiffened. Nostrils quivering, he swung his massive head about and turned sharply toward her, zeroing in. He shuddered, eyelids drifting to half-mast as he inhaled deeply.
Her face flamed as the man’s cock jerked erect, rising hard and fast to tent the loose skirt of his tunic.
Oh, my god! She ogled the thick lengthy pole rearing against the thin material. If that’s his cock, the thing is astronomical in proportion! No one has dicks that big…do they?
Frightened, she curled into a small ball of cowering flesh beneath the prince’s bulk.
As her struggles against the prince had brought home to her, these homegrown Rb’qarmshi men were strong enough to force her against her will…to hurt her badly. The possibility stole her breath.
Does the prince intend sharing me with this behemoth and the other soldiers I hear milling about in my living room? I know he said he wanted me for himself, but after he finishes with me…what then?
“Stand down, GanR’dari. As you can see, there is no intruder here.”
She sighed with relief when the prince shifted his body, gallantly shielding her nakedness from his man’s interested gaze. She also gave him silent thanks for speaking in English, clearly intended to alleviate her anxiety. He had to be aware of her fear as she had tucked herself under him so tightly her body practically melted into his.
“You may leave. I have the situation… the princess… well in hand.” His gently mocking glance dared her to contradict his statement as his thumb insolently brushed her beaded nipple.
Though she had to grit her teeth to do it, she remained silent. The pompous ass rewarded her with a softening of his predatory smile and another flick of his marauding thumb.
“Contact the surgeon for the injection I ordered.” His autocratic voice sounded over her head. “If it is ready, have it brought to me. Here.”
His massive cock boldly erect and swinging beneath his skirt with every step, the giant nodded his head curtly, and then eased from the room. The sound of raucous male laughter told her the other warriors had noticed their captain’s lost control. She glanced over to find Devtorvas smiling in what looked like rueful sympathy. Was his sympathy for her or for his man?
“Excuse the intrusion of my warrior, Nnora, it was not intentional. Also, forgive GanR’dari’s…condition. My followers and I have been without a fem’s easing for far too long. We cannot prevent our bodies’ natural response to the sweet smell of pava -flowering. You need never fear they would harm you, or that I would ever allow you to be harmed.”
“It is you
From his garb, he did not appear to be one of her father’s men. Since her father’s warriors tended to blend in with Earthlings as much as possible, they wore clothes that were the norm for the locale they guarded in. In other words, Levis and tee shirts, covered by trench coats to conceal their weapons.
This man’s loose, belted tunic resembled those once worn by ancient Roman soldiers. The short skirt cut full to accommodate ease of fighting, ended well above his knees, exposed miles of hair-roughened legs and thighs.
Why was he here?And what had he asked the prince, something along the line of, “Is it my turn yet?”
She shuddered.
The man’s unearthly neon-green gaze swept the dim corners of the room as if searching for an intruder. He turned, taking in every aspect of the disruption caused by her tussle with Devtorvas. She cringed—he’d probably heard everything that had occurred earlier, too.
Abruptly, the big man stiffened. Nostrils quivering, he swung his massive head about and turned sharply toward her, zeroing in. He shuddered, eyelids drifting to half-mast as he inhaled deeply.
Her face flamed as the man’s cock jerked erect, rising hard and fast to tent the loose skirt of his tunic.
Oh, my god! She ogled the thick lengthy pole rearing against the thin material. If that’s his cock, the thing is astronomical in proportion! No one has dicks that big…do they?
Frightened, she curled into a small ball of cowering flesh beneath the prince’s bulk.
As her struggles against the prince had brought home to her, these homegrown Rb’qarmshi men were strong enough to force her against her will…to hurt her badly. The possibility stole her breath.
Does the prince intend sharing me with this behemoth and the other soldiers I hear milling about in my living room? I know he said he wanted me for himself, but after he finishes with me…what then?
“Stand down, GanR’dari. As you can see, there is no intruder here.”
She sighed with relief when the prince shifted his body, gallantly shielding her nakedness from his man’s interested gaze. She also gave him silent thanks for speaking in English, clearly intended to alleviate her anxiety. He had to be aware of her fear as she had tucked herself under him so tightly her body practically melted into his.
“You may leave. I have the situation… the princess… well in hand.” His gently mocking glance dared her to contradict his statement as his thumb insolently brushed her beaded nipple.
Though she had to grit her teeth to do it, she remained silent. The pompous ass rewarded her with a softening of his predatory smile and another flick of his marauding thumb.
“Contact the surgeon for the injection I ordered.” His autocratic voice sounded over her head. “If it is ready, have it brought to me. Here.”
His massive cock boldly erect and swinging beneath his skirt with every step, the giant nodded his head curtly, and then eased from the room. The sound of raucous male laughter told her the other warriors had noticed their captain’s lost control. She glanced over to find Devtorvas smiling in what looked like rueful sympathy. Was his sympathy for her or for his man?
“Excuse the intrusion of my warrior, Nnora, it was not intentional. Also, forgive GanR’dari’s…condition. My followers and I have been without a fem’s easing for far too long. We cannot prevent our bodies’ natural response to the sweet smell of pava -flowering. You need never fear they would harm you, or that I would ever allow you to be harmed.”
“It is you
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