Ceremony of Seduction (22 page)

Natasha licked her fingers before tracing them down her slit and dipping them inside her hot pussy. She smiled as the guard’s lips parted and his eyes riveted to her crotch. “Why don’t you come over here and help me?”

Carefully, she sent out Klatch pheromones, her special gift, and watched in satisfaction as the bulge in his jeans swelled and his breath came in short panting gasps. Her pheromones were very subtle and would only work on one person at a time, but they seemed to be working overtime on this one.

“Sela has forbidden us to approach you.” He took a few steps forward and then stopped, shifting uncomfortably at the erection straining at his jeans.

Natasha sighed and turned on her pheromones full force, silently praying they hadn’t lost their potency with so many years of non-use. She’d been afraid to use them with the groups of guards. A gang bang would drain her of energy, not allow her to gain the upper hand. “I’ve been locked in this cell for two decades. Don’t you think if I was as much a threat as Sela thinks I would’ve escaped long before now?”

The guard seemed to consider, his long silver-blond hair glinting in the florescent light. “We do have several hours before anyone will come down here.” His pale features suddenly hardened and he pinned her with a steely gaze. “But if you try anything, I’ll drain your power and then fuck you anyway before I throw you to all the other Cunt warriors as a play toy. Understood?”

She nodded, trying her best to look meek. “Understood. I just need a large cock filling me. You don’t know what it’s like to go so long without fucking.” She continued to finger herself while he undressed and then unlocked her cell.

She smiled up at him and then allowed her eyes to travel downward toward the stiff cock straining from a nest of blond curls.
Not as impressive as a Klatch cock, but not too bad. It will have to do. Time to turn the tables on these Cunt parasites.

His eyes devoured every inch of her as he looked her up and down appreciatively. “You know, for an old woman who’s been locked up in here for as long as you have, you’re still a nice piece of ass. I can’t wait to fuck you until you scream and show you what a Cunt man can do.”

She licked her lips slowly and turned on the pheromones as high as they would go, hiding a smirk when his cock turned red from the sudden rush of blood and his balls tightened against his body—painfully, if his grimace was any indication.

“Lie down.” His words were strained and curt.

Natasha smiled and scooted down on the cot so she could lie flat. No sooner had she settled herself than he fell on top of her, pushing her legs open and plunging himself inside. Natasha was glad she’d made herself wet first, or his lack of finesse would’ve been very uncomfortable. Apparently, Cunts weren’t much for foreplay. She was surprised at how tight a fit he was even though Shawn’s father had a much larger cock. But then, she hadn’t had sex in twenty-three years.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to set the rhythm. She moved her hips, bucking against him until the first sizzle of energy shot through her—his pre come. Her muscles tightened and tingled as they absorbed the life-giving energy and cried out for more. It would’ve taken her a month of masturbation to gain as much energy as one ejaculation.

She kept her pheromones on high, which caused him to piston inside her, even while sweat trickled down his face and his breathing hitched.

“Come for me, Cunt. I need your energy.”

As if her words triggered his release, a thousand volts of power shot though her body as he emptied himself inside her and collapsed against her breasts. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him even as he hardened inside her again.

He raised his head to look down at her, his eyes wide with shock. “No wonder Sela’s been keeping you a secret. You’re a tight little package and I think I could fuck you all night.”

She laughed and swatted his ass playfully. “I’m ready for you. Show me what I’ve been missing, Cunt.”
A few more of your orgasms and I’ll turn off my pheromones and let you sleep off your energy hangover, big boy.

By the time the Cunts returned to her room to fetch her for the ceremony, Alyssa thought her clit would fall off from all the masturbating she’d done over the past hour. She’d never realized how long it took to build up her energy while masturbating. She wished Stone were here to come inside her, then she’d have all the energy she needed. However, locked in this room alone, there didn’t seem a lot of other options open to her.

She’d tried to visualize like she’d done back on Tador, but her throbbing head from all the energy drains had made it impossible for her to form her visions. Now she just needed to bide her time and wait for her chance.

Twenty rather large Cunt men roughly escorted her to the basement and then pushed her ahead of them to land in a heap at Sela’s feet. Alyssa caught herself right before she smacked her teeth against Sela’s perfectly pedicured feet encased in strappy sandals.

“Strip the bitch and tie her to the altar.” Sela’s voice boomed across the chamber before Alyssa could push herself to her feet.

Dozens of hands ripped the traditional Klatch clothing from her body and then lifted her. Before she’d visited Tador, she would’ve been mortified to be so exposed, but her time on her home world had taught her to be comfortable with her body as well as her sexuality. Maybe she could find a way to use her new confidence to her advantage.

She struggled, but even with her additional energy, there was no way she could break free of so many. They flipped her onto her back and she landed hard against the stone altar, her breath knocked out of her in a painful rush. When she finally caught her breath, her hands were tied securely over her head.
Great! So much for breaking out of here before I’m served up on an altar as a sex appetizer.

She forced herself to take deep even breaths until her panic receded. She had to find a way out of this and back to Stone. She took a moment to study the room. Hundreds of different colored candles sat on every available surface burned down to varying lengths, their flames casting menacing shadows over the cement walls. The altar beneath her was rough stone against her bare back and short enough so it stopped midthigh, and dug into her skin painfully. But then she didn’t think Sela and the rest of the Cunts were very concerned about her comfort.

“Shawn,” Sela bellowed. “Get it done, now. Fuck the little bitch and breed me that heir.”

The twenty Klatch men who had escorted her to the basement crowded around the altar, stroking their pale cocks and looking her over like she was the lone gazelle in the lion’s den.

“Step away from her!” Shawn’s voice echoed through the basement, his anger palpable in the air around them. “Don’t let any of your essence touch her until the time is right. She’s not any good to us dead.” He turned his wrath toward Sela. “That’s the last time you’ll endanger this ceremony. My future depends on this and I’ll not have your hot temper destroying it. If you give one more order, I swear I’ll kill you myself.”

Sela swallowed, but held her ground. “Just make sure you finish it.” She nodded toward her guards.

The ring of pale cocks receded and Alyssa breathed a sigh of relief. She glared at Shawn. “If you lay a finger on me, I’ll make sure you die a slow, painful death after I rip off your tiny cock and wear it for a necklace.” When her voice came out sounding authoritative and sure this time, she said a silent prayer of thanks. She might not have a clue what to do, but at least she sounded confident. That had to count for something.

Shawn looked down at her from the foot of the altar, the gap in his dark blue robe revealing a muscular chest dusted with crispy black hairs. “I regret your wrath, Princess, but our destinies are set. I’ll try to make this as painless as possible. It would help if you’d relax and cooperate.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to fuck off, but seeing as fucking her was part of his plan, she amended it to, “Go to hell. You’re a traitor to your people, you bastard!”

Ignoring her, Shawn dropped his robe, revealing broad shoulders and arms that proved he definitely had a gym membership. “I’m trying to rectify the evil the Klatch did and redeem our race. Our children will help ensure that.”

He stepped to the side of the altar, giving her a bird’s-eye view of his long, thick cock. He smirked down at her, as if he knew she was mentally recanting her tiny cock comment. He was only partially hard, but she could see he would be almost as impressive as Stone fully erect.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll have you sufficiently aroused by the time I take your virginity. But for now, you need to take my essence into your mouth.” He began to stroke himself as he looked down at her. “I’ll pry your jaw open if I have to, but I’d rather not hurt you.”

Aroused…
She hid her smile as an idea formed inside her head. Her time learning to control energy would definitely not be wasted. She closed her eyes and concentrated on building a shield of energy around her—a dome to deflect any spells sent her way if they figured out what she was up to. When it pulsed around her settling into place, she split off several thin tendrils of energy and sent them carefully toward every person in the room. She concentrated on heightening their arousal, a talent her mother mentioned she had, but Alyssa had never tried. If anything would work, this had to.

Her power slipped silently inside them, insidiously, teasing their senses until she ignited small fires throughout their bodies. Then she increased her focus, fanning the flames until their arousal took on a life of its own, building steadily. Her energy whispered inside their minds describing the erotic slide of flesh against flesh and their bodies tingled and tightened in response. The pungent smell of arousal and sweat slowly filled the room.

When she opened her eyes, Shawn’s cock had stiffened and his eyes had darkened with desire.
It’s working!
She drew energy from the fresh arousal swimming around her in the room and pulled it back into herself, turning it to her will before sending it back out to continue building their arousal even higher.

Shawn stroked faster and faster, until his passion-glazed eyes lost their luster and they narrowed even as his jaw clenched. A grimace twisted his features as groans of discomfort sounded from around the room.

Alyssa increased her efforts until a few of the Cunt men fell to the floor, grasping their crotches. Shawn’s face turned purple and he grasped the edge of the altar to keep from falling.

Several bolts of blue power sizzled against the shield she’d erected around her and were harmlessly absorbed, strengthening her protection with every strike. She increased her concentration, driving blood flow to erogenous zones and arousal hormones flowing on overdrive.

“Shawn! Do something.” Sela’s strained voice sounded from across the room and Alyssa increased her flow of power until Sela’s words thinned and silenced.

Shawn’s hand sizzled against her shield until the stench of burning flesh filled the chamber, almost choking Alyssa. He pulled his hand away cradling it against his body, while his other hand still held his now purple cock. His features twisted with pain, but he stared down at her with determination. “Don’t fight me, Princess. This is our destiny,” he said through gritted teeth as sweat dripped down the sides of his face.

“Let me up, Shawn. Let me up or I’ll make sure you cock explodes in your hand!” She tried frantically to figure out a way to use her “break the spell” power on her bindings, but she couldn’t do that and maintain the arousal spell at the same time, not to mention her shield. She’d reached the limits of her budding power.
Damn, why didn’t I think to do that first?

Shawn shook his head and swayed against the altar as the door banged open and a Klatch woman wearing oversized sweats and a T-shirt rushed into the room. “Let her go, Shawn. She’s not meant for you.”

Shawn’s eyes widened in shock. “The voice…You’re the voice.”

The newcomer kicked Sela in the face and a sickening crunch echoed around the basement. Not that Alyssa wouldn’t have gladly done the same thing, but the sudden violence of the action surprised her. “Sasha is your destiny. The princess is not for you. Come with me, and everything will be revealed.” She didn’t wait for his answer, but turned her attention to Alyssa. She reached through Alyssa’s power shield, unharmed, and sliced the bonds tying her before turning to open a shimmering portal in the air just in front of the altar. “Don’t stop your power until we’re through the
between
. Help me with Shawn.”

Alyssa’s brow furrowed, but she didn’t question this new voice of authority—besides, she didn’t know how to open a portal by herself, especially one that would take her where she wanted to go. She wrapped her protective shield around her like a blanket before she opened it just enough to grab Shawn’s arm and shove him through the portal. She took one last look around at the groaning Cunts before she jumped off the altar and into the shimmering portal behind him.

Her naked skin tingled inside the darkness of the
between
and she concentrated on walking in a straight line. She trudged forward, her movements becoming more sluggish as her energy waned. As the woman advised, she continued directing her power, to buy time so they wouldn’t be followed before they were safely back on Tador. Her limbs moved in slow motion as though she were trying to walk through thick molasses and she used all her remaining strength to force each foot in front of the other.

Thoughts of Stone and her mother pushed her forward until she fell through the other side of the portal, at the feet of several of the Klatch royal guard. She blinked against the bright sunshine in confusion until she remembered that earth and Tador were always on opposite schedules.

She’d done it. She’d arrived back at Tador before night had fallen, before her ascension was scheduled to begin. She called her remaining power back and it returned in a small rush that sounded like a balloon popping. Laugher, full and rich, bubbled up inside her until it spilled out, even as tears streamed down her face. “I’m home!”