His Captive Mate (11 page)

Daz felt a surge of pleasure rush from between her legs. She felt it wash over her, wash back down to her toes and she raised her legs into the air searching for it again. It came, stronger this time as her tensed muscles urged it forward and Daz began to writhe beneath her master’s mouth.

“That’s right, Daz. Let him pleasure you. Let him show you his love for you.”

The woman’s voice, along with the hand on her breast, just added another element of ecstasy to the situation and Daz found herself moaning with each thrust she made with her hips to try to push herself into Hawk. The waves of pleasure began coming faster and closer together and Daz soon found herself pushed to the very edge of her pleasure. She let out a loud moan and felt Gana squeeze her nipple tightly.

“That’s it, Daz,” the woman whispered, “come for us with your pussy.”

Daz’s mouth erupted in a shriek as the soft words spoken so gently sent her tumbling over the edge and into another abyss of pleasure. Daz felt herself twisting and turning as Hawk sucked and licked her through each beautiful bolt of climax. When she had felt so many that she could take no more, her hands reached down between her legs and began to push him away.

Gana, coaxing a few more shudders from Daz with a twist of her nipple, pushed herself up off the bed and stood beside Hawk. Pulling him off gently, she allowed him to stand, then began explaining once more what would happen next.

“Once the man’s respect for his bride has been shown,” Gana explained, “he is free to lay claim to her as he wishes.” As she spoke, Gana began removing Hawk’s clothes slowly.

Daz looked down between her legs to see the massive bulge that had formed at his middle. Despite her recent release, her body reacted immediately and she felt her wetness come in once more.

“Now,” Gana continued, still disrobing Hawk, who was staring straight at his bride, unmoved by the other woman’s hands on his body. “How far have you progressed in training her?” Gana asked the question softly.

“She has taken a thumb,” Hawk said, “and the smallest plug.” As Gana slipped off his trousers, his erect cock sprang out. It captured Daz’s attention immediately and she couldn’t take her eyes off it for even a second.

“Only the first plug?” Gana asked cautiously. “Hawk, I don’t know… I don’t know if we should continue…”

Hawk turned and looked at Gana, who had stepped back from him slightly.

“I know she is ready,” he said in a low voice. “She will be mine.”

Gana pursed her lips, trying to decide her course of action given the situation. After a few moments, she stepped forward and said simply, “Very well.”

Daz lay on her back, wondering what was happening and why the two seemed to be having some sort of disagreement. Why would anything about the way Hawk had trained her make any difference? She’d been obedient, done as she was told, and even taken his implement in her rear hole.

Gana stepped forward and interrupted her train of thought. “Daz, during this part of the ceremony something different will happen than what happens here. During the ceremony, Hawk will put his cock to you like so.” Gana put a hand on Hawk’s stiff member and pressed it against the folds of Daz’s pussy. Daz gasped at the strength and heat between her legs. His cock flexed as the head of it touched her wetness. “But this lesson is different. In this lesson I am to confirm that you are trained to the extent a bride of Sernon should be. In this lesson, Hawk must push his cock into your rear.”

Daz’s mouth shot open in a loud gasp. She looked down, surveying the girth of the thing that was meant to enter her now. Hawk’s thumb had been one thing, though she didn’t think she could take it at the time. The implement he’d pushed inside her had been thicker. But neither of those two things compared at all to the size of the member now pressed against her sex. She looked back at Gana, who was staring at her with sympathy.

“I… I don’t think I can…” Daz whimpered, glancing back at the thickness of it again. Gana lowered her eyes.

“To become a bride, you must. You must show that you can submit to your husband in every way.”

Daz remembered the way Hawk’s cock had felt in her mouth and throat. She remembered how it had pressed against the walls of her cheeks and how it had filled her throat and how she had squeezed it, coaxing the essence from it. She could not imagine feeling such a thing pushing into her rear entry.

Gana seemed to sense Daz’s reluctance and she glanced at Hawk again. Hawk held out a hand. As Daz took it, he lifted her from the bed so she was sitting once more, her mouth level with the head of his cock. He pushed himself into her almost instantly as Gana looked on. Holding Daz by both sides of her head, he began to slide the cock in and out of her mouth.

Daz closed her eyes, savoring the same sensation that had brought her so much pleasure the day before. She felt the bulge of his head moving deeper and deeper until it touched the back of her throat and she began to feel the same burning sensation in her lungs she’d remembered.

But this time Hawk did not bring himself to climax with her mouth. This time, as soon as he pulled himself out, he spun her around quickly, placing her face first on the bed. Daz gasped as she realized what was happening. She moaned as she felt the tip of his head press against the circle of muscle he’d pushed past with the implement.

She remembered the day he’d told her what he’d do with her body. The pressure of his flesh began stretching her in every direction as he pushed at her with the head of his wet cock. Daz closed her eyes. She felt herself opening as Hawk pushed himself in. Her hole opened to meet the thickest part of his head, then closed slightly, sucking the head inside. Daz groaned and gripped the sheets beneath her fingers.

Hawk spread her with his fingers and began to drive himself in further. Daz arched her back, the way she had when he’d pushed into her with his thumb, and moaned. As her back curved, her tunnel opened to allow Hawk to go inside even further. She felt the walls of her ass being stretched as Hawk continued pressing into her and she moaned again but pushed herself up even more, giving herself to him as best she could.

With one final shove, he slid the last inch of his massive cock into the tightly stretched hole and they both felt the wet slap of his sack against Daz’s softest flesh.

As Gana looked on wide-eyed at the woman who’d just taken something the size of Hawk’s girth with barely any training, Hawk began to thrust his hips, pushing against the soft curves of Daz’s rump and pressing her into the bed.

Daz heard the first grunt of his pleasure and tried to turn back to see the look on his face. But his thrusts grew even more furious and she found she couldn’t crane her neck enough to see. Instead, she pushed her ass up just that much higher for her master, closed her eyes, and sank into the submission of having her hole completely filled by him.

Hawk roared as thick spurts of his cum burst from the head of his cock and into Daz’s upturned rear. His fists clutched at her body and his hips slammed against her as his cock, screaming with pleasure, unloaded its gift deep inside Daz. Over and over he drove himself into her rear, filling her completely with his white-hot seed. When he’d emptied himself into her, the thrusting stopped but he stayed inside, letting the last of what he had left drain into her.

With her eyes still closed, Daz savored the feeling of being so completely his. As she felt his love dripping out of her, she smiled slightly then tensed her inner muscles and squeezed him, causing Hawk to erupt in a fresh round of thrusts, pushing his seed even more deeply into her rear hole.

“You stand before this council today,” the woman’s voice seated at the center of the semi-circle boomed, “accused of abusing your position of power and privilege. What do you have to say in your own defense?”

Zaer stood, clothed only in the robe she’d been wearing when she’d opened the door. She kept her eyes fixed to the floor, unable to meet the gaze of the council who sat in judgment before her. The slave had been taken away quickly by the guards, but they had really come for her. Someone must have said something. Someone must have known about her little secret. Someone who didn’t like her, who she’d offended. Even though the council permitted her some leeway, the kind of behavior she’d indulged in, letting a man breed her, was over the line. She knew it. A part of her wished she could take it back. But another deeper, more primitive part craved it again.

“She has nothing to say,” she heard a voice across from her mutter. Zaer didn’t dare to raise her eyes and meet her shame.

“Fine,” the first voice said. “Bring the doctor. I want her examined before we make a ruling.”

Zaer’s eyes shot up. Not only would she have to stand here, humiliated and stripped of her position, but now she was to also be examined? In front of the entire council like a common breeder? The two women at her side moved to grab her arms. Zaer did not resist. She knew any attempt at resistance would be an even greater mistake. The council didn’t make mistakes. An accusation of abuse was as good as a sentence. Now it only remained to see what the sentence would be.

The two women helped Zaer up onto the table behind her, then removed her robe and pushed her thighs apart, the way she’d done with so many women before. She saw the eyes of her sisters staring at her smugly.

She’d been wrong to think that she would be the commander who would outlive them all. She’d been wrong to think that she could wield the power the position brought better than all those who had come before her. They’d all had similar fates. Accused of abuse of power or some other menace that threatened the council’s secrecy.

A door opened in the corner of the room and Zaer focused her eyes to see the familiar figure of the doctor who had examined Daiea emerge in his white lab coat. Sitting there with her legs spread for all the council to see wasn’t enough. Now she was to be examined in front of them, by a man.

The doctor paid her almost no notice. He glanced briefly to see who she was and the faintest sign of recognition traveled across his brow, but he seemed to dismiss it almost immediately and bent over her from one side, leaving her soft pussy exposed for all to see as he worked.

“What is your conclusion, doctor?” the woman at the head of the table asked.

“This woman has been broken and seeded.” His opinion was stated calmly and unequivocally. Even if she had wanted to protest somehow, Zaer knew it would be a fruitless endeavor.

Zaer lowered her eyes again at hearing the doctor’s assessment. She hadn’t expected anything different, though somehow she had hoped for it. Now there was nothing left to hope for. Now she would find out what her sentence would be. She heard the doctor turn and walk out of the room.

“Zaer Gwel,” the woman’s voice echoed through the chamber, “you have been found guilty of abusing your position of power and privilege. You are sentenced below decks.”

Zaer felt the bottom fall out of her stomach. Her mouth opened as her body reacted to the news. Below decks? Below decks? Surely there was some mistake. A woman of her stature could not just be sent below decks.

“Please…” Zaer began, looking up at the council. The woman interrupted her quickly.

“The council’s decision is final. Take her away.”

The two women who had been standing at her sides reached out and grabbed Zaer by the arms again. They folded the robe over her and began to lead her toward the door. Her heart sank as the realization of what this meant began to take hold.

The ride down the lift seemed like the longest she’d ever taken. The two women guards on either side of her stood silently as the floors swept by and darkness soon gripped the cabin. As it stopped, she felt the same familiar pressure she’d felt hundreds of times as her feet seemed to sink into the floor from the deceleration. But this time she was the one being led to her destiny rather than the one doing the leading. As the doors swept open, the sweet dampness of the place flooded into the lift. Somewhere in the distance, a woman could be heard moaning, followed by the roar of a releasing male.

Zaer was surprised by the flood of arousal she felt at the sounds. This is where she would be kept until her body was no longer useful to the sisters. Thankfully their cruelty didn’t extend beyond this place and retired breeders were provided for well.

A guard walked by with a male on a pole. Zaer eyed him up and down, taking in the full girth of his cock that hung low between his legs. She felt a wetness pool between her thighs. No longer responsible for anything but spreading her legs. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad fate after all.

Daz had become used to being displayed publicly and the walk to the city square brought her little humiliation. It was the thought of what was going to happen to her, how her husband-to-be would claim her in front of everyone, that made her nervous.

She walked with her head held high. Her ass was kept raised by the large tail plug Hawk had inserted into her and it caused her breasts to protrude much farther from her chest than usual. She glanced over each time she felt his eyes on her, proud of the fact that he was so taken by his bride.

Every so often a pang of guilty shame would arise at the thought of what the sisters would think if they’d seen her like this. Pure and chaste, she’d barely ever talked about anything below her belt and now here she was about to spread her legs and take Hawk’s entire girth inside her. She shivered at the thought. Her mind drifted to the many times she’d brought him to climax with different parts of her body. She would try as often as she could to watch the seed spilling from the tip of his massive, throbbing cock. Later she would have dreams about what it would feel like when he finally finished inside her, when her body would accept his seed for the gift that it was. If all went well, it would take inside her and she would be bred by him.

A strange feeling of familiarity broke her from her thoughts and Daz focused on something much further down the street. The sway of the curvy hips of the woman walking in front of her was unmistakable. Dropping Hawk’s hand, Daz broke into a run, slowing as soon as she felt the discomfort of the implement in her ass.