Captive Mail (6 page)

“Mmm…” she murmured against his thigh. “That’s rather nice.”

As she slid down over his aching shaft, he wondered what the princess thought of his adornments, whether she was wet for him, whether she liked seeing him like this…

“By
Thor
…” he whispered as someone started oiling his ass and inserted a long finger.

Gil a appeared before him with the blacksmith, they were holding hands. “Do you know how we amuse ourselves when there are no men around?”

Harlan shook his head.

“I suppose you think we are incapable of achieving pleasure without your cock?”

He stil said nothing, al his attention now on the toy she held in her hands.

Gil a held up the fake cock and harness. “Have you ever been fucked by a woman?

Again he shook his head.

“Have you ever fucked a woman’s ass?”

This time he nodded and she smiled. “Then I’l enjoy this even more.”

Inga leaned forward to get a better view as Gil a oiled the big leather dildo and positioned it between the male’s taut buttocks. Her clit throbbed and she wanted to walk over to the male and rub her sex al over his face until he was covered in her juices, watch him lick them, drink them, drown in them…

Before she realized it, Inga found herself beside the male, watching as the first inch of the phal us was eased inside him. His eyes were closed and his head bent forward. Inga wasn’t sure if he hated what they were doing to him or liked it. She wrapped her hand in his long hair, jerked back his head and made him look up at her. His pupils were so wide that almost al the blue had disappeared.

“My grandmother kept her male like this al the time, his cock erect within the silver rings, his nipples permanently pierced and a cock stuffed inside him, so that he was always aware of what it felt like to be penetrated by another.”

He stared at her and slowly licked his lips. “And is that how you want me?”

By the goddess, it was tempting to imagine him like that, always ready for her, always hard… “I want you to lick my pussy while Gil a fucks you. I want you to beg me to come again.”

“I am more than this, Princess, more than a cock and a mouth to pleasure you.”

His tone was low and for her alone. She could punish him just for speaking to her like that, but she didn’t want to. She wanted him to use his clever mouth for other more visceral things. She pushed his head close to her mound and parted her legs, heard his indrawn breath as he saw how wet she was, how swol en and needy for his touch. He tongued her clit and she moaned and tightened her grip on his hair. Behind him she could see the phal us slowly being eased inside him until it was embedded to the hilt. Even as he pleasured her, she could sense him trembling as he adjusted to the invasion.

“Move it in and out of him, make him beg,” Inga ordered Gil a.

He moaned against her most tender flesh, his tongue taking up the rhythm and pushing inside her and out until she was almost mindless with lust and the need to come.

She ground herself against his wil ing mouth, felt the sharp edge of his teeth on her pussy lips and climaxed with a scream. He didn’t stop licking and sucking her, just brought her to another shuddering climax before she went stil .

However he had come by his skil s, her male was an expert in prolonging and enhancing a woman’s pleasure.

Inga realized her doubts about her mating had disappeared. He would bed her often and vigorously—if she could control him. That sobering thought made her pul away from him and smooth down the front of her short silk tunic.

Inga nodded at Lady Hilda. “He is proving most satisfactory. I’l leave him to the rest of you now.” She felt quite guilty for taking her pleasure ahead of most of the other women, but she hadn’t been able to resist the temptation. No one seemed upset by her actions, in truth, they were al smiling at her.

Apart from the male. He was studying the floor again as if it held the secret to his escape. Did he no longer wish to look upon her? If he did, no doubt she would chastise him for being too bold, but somehow she wished he’d try. The chal enge of his gaze excited her more than she had realized was possible.

One of the other women knelt on the floor in front of the male and backed up until her ass was pressing against the thick column of his shaft. She reached between her legs and angled the crown of his cock inside her, moaning as she wiggled closer. Inga wished she could take the male inside her, but it wasn’t safe yet and he hadn’t quite proved his worth. She went back to sit on her throne and watch the proceedings. Her lower bel y ached and her clit was stil throbbing with need.

She beckoned to one of the women. “Gudrun, assist me.”

“Yes, Princess?”

“I want you to find a nice, thick dildo and fuck me with it.”

“It would be an honor, Princess.”

Inga sat back in her chair and waited for Gudrun to return with the dildo. While the woman fucked her, she would stare at the male, let him see her pleasure, let him imagine what it might be like to be between her legs…

Gudrun came back and knelt before Inga. “I am ready, Princess.”

Inga slowly opened her legs and hooked one knee over the arm of her throne exposing her cunt to the room, and most especial y, to the male. “Make me come, Gudrun, make me come hard.”

Harlan could stil taste the princess on his lips and he wanted more. Wanted to shove his beleaguered cock deep inside her and fuck her with no regard for his usual finesse, just a raw, deep taking that would make her his forever. A flash of movement near Inga’s throne revealed a kneeling woman who had her head buried between the princesses wide-open thighs and was plunging a thick ivory-colored dildo into the princess’ cunt. By the gods, Harlan wanted to break his bonds and take her himself, but he was powerless. Al he could do was watch and yearn for the moment when she would be his. And he knew she would be his one day. She couldn’t keep him chained up and in the handmaidens’ quarters forever if she needed his seed.

His ass was sore from the pounding Gil a and the other women had given him and his cock ached for release. The pain from the clamps and the cock ring had long since blended together into a blur of sensual discomfort. His tongue hurt from al the oral play and he felt exhausted. He’d only had to concentrate on one woman before. A dozen lusty females was much harder work.

When the women had al finished with him, he waited patiently in his chains until Princess Inga came back to him.

She took her time walking around him, gently touching the clamps on his nipples, the silver rings and the leather dildo stil stuffed inside his ass.

When she leaned in to release his nipple, her hair brushed his skin and he trembled and then gasped at the strange sensation of no longer being clamped. She kissed his throbbing nipple and then did the same to the other one before standing upright again. For a moment he felt almost dizzy with the shock and leaned his face against her stomach. Her fingers stroked his hair and then she pushed him away.,

“You know how to pleasure a woman wel .”

He watched as she touched the ring around the base of his cock and searched for the catch. “I told you, I pleasure the Queen of Valhal a. I take pride in making her ready for her husband, the king.”

She laughed. “The king lets other men fuck his wife?”

“No, he is rather like you. Only he gets to release his seed in the queen.”

“He is nothing like me! He is a man. He probably forces his ‘queen’ to accept other men.”

“No, my lady. The queen is wel pleasured and happy with the arrangement.”

“As if this ‘queen’ would share such intimate information with you.”

He met her gaze. “She is my friend as wel as my queen. I don’t believe she would lie to me.”

“Men cannot be friends with women. They are incapable of it.”

“Princess, with al due respect, you have lived here in the mountains your entire life. What do you know of the customs of the rest of Valhal a?”

She released his cock and bal s from the set of rings and then abruptly stood up and went behind him. “I do not need to know about anything else. This is my world. I wil rule here as my mother and grandmother have before me. I don’t
care
about the rest of Valhal a.”

“Perhaps you should.”

He tensed as she careful y extracted the dildo, and he let out his breath. She made no effort to release his hands and came back around to face him.

“Why? This temple and city was set up to provide a refuge for Valhal an women who wanted to escape from the savagery of men. It serves a great purpose and nothing you say wil convince me otherwise.”

Harlan considered his next words very careful y. “But what if things have changed in the last few years? What if the king and queen have made women less fearful?”

She snorted. “If that was true, we would not stil be seeing women seeking refuge here in fear for their lives.”

“Change takes time, my lady. Wil you at least consider my opinion and seek out the truth?”

She drew herself up to her ful height. “Consider the opinion of a male?”

He kept looking at her. “If I am wrong, and nothing has changed with the king or Valhal a, I wil accept any punishment you mete out to me.”

“You wil accept anything I do to you anyway!”

Harlan took a deep steadying breath. “My lady, please. If things have changed, isn’t it your duty as a leader to find out?”

She turned away from him and beckoned to the two guards stationed at the door. “Take him back to his quarters.”

Harlan had no energy left to fight the guards as they led him back to his cel , because it was a cel , no matter what the princess cal ed it. He lay on his stomach on his bed and closed his eyes. Someone would bring him bathwater soon so he could tend to his aching over-sensitized body. In order to stay with the princess, could he accustom himself to a life where he was treated as less intel igent than a
wulfran
? A thing without a name or an opinion, valued only for his seed? And was this real y how the majority of the females on Valhal a were treated? If so, he was ashamed of his own sex.

He sighed and swal owed hard. She
had
to see reason.

Beneath her autocratic ways, he sensed that she cared deeply about her people and truly feared men. Al he had to do was prove that he was different and surely she would come around to trusting him, to loving him? His sense of purpose strengthened. Perhaps this was what the gods had cal ed him to do with his life. He had to find a way to get through her distrust and anger. Harlan groaned as his sore ass throbbed along with his cock. If he managed to survive the next few weeks, he could only imagine what else the princess and Lady Hilda had in store for him.

*

“He says the king has married a woman and that they are both at the summer palace.” Inga was already speaking as she entered her mother’s bedchamber. Sigrun sat on her daybed, reading, her spectacles perched on the end of her nose.

“King Marcus?” Sigrun frowned. “If he has
married
, the female must have given him a child.”

Inga flung herself down in the nearest chair. “Exactly, and we al know the king is unable to father a child, so the male lies.”

Sigrun put down her book. “What else did he say?”

“He says that he serves the queen and that she is his friend.”

“Wel , that does sound rather far-fetched. What kind of woman would befriend a man?”

“He
says
the new queen isn’t from this planet, which is even more ridiculous,” Inga huffed. “I’m not sure why I’m even listening to these stupid lies.” But she knew why.

Something in the male’s calm certainty had awakened her curiosity and shaken her certainties. “I should just ignore him.”

Sigrun looked thoughtful. “I have heard tales of recent visitors to our planet. Many of them were scientists who came to help with the toxic soil.”

“What toxic soil?” Inga demanded.

“I suppose I should have told you about this a while ago. I forget that you are of an age when you should be included in the council’s deliberations.”

“Last time I asked you about that, you said I had to be mated first,” Inga reminded her mother.

“That is also true, but let me try to remember what happened.” Sigrun scratched her nose. “There was a letter sent to the council advising us that we should leave Valhal a while they cleaned the entire planet surface of toxins.”

“It sounds like another male plan to get rid of us,” Inga muttered. “Why would we agree to leave our home and exactly where were we expected to go?”

“They had plans for al those eventualities. The thing that did catch my interest was that they reckoned these ‘toxins’

were the reason the birthrate had fal en so sharply.”

“How could they know that about our planet if they don’t live here?”

Sigrun sighed. “Wel , it is rather obvious, isn’t it?

Females on Valhal a have become very scarce, especial y females who can breed. They said there was something in our soil and even our air that stopped conception.”

Inga sat forward. “So what?”

“Inga, think about it. If females are able to breed more freely, males won’t have to be so possessive of them.”

“But that’s not why men are possessive. Isn’t it just their nature?”

“I know your perception of males has been limited and quite unpleasant, my dear, but not al males are like that.”