Forever's Not Enough (Galactic League of Planets) (7 page)

When his big thumb and forefinger pinched at the base of the kid’s neck he heard a squelched scream and the kid fell into his arms.

Looking around, he quickly dragged the kid out of sight, ran to the flat screen, decided he didn’t want to go to the moon base, and without knowing where he’d end up, selected something on the Meline planet, hit START and dove into the transporter just before the big transformers started humming up to full power.

He didn’t even get a chance to blink. Instead of the olive green transporter housing, he was suddenly on a polished rock floor looking at what he guessed was a Meline male dressed in some kind of translucent shimmering material that hugged his skin, sandals, and something like a pair of black underwear.

When the male smiled at him, he smiled back. Then his world went dark.

* * * *

When he opened his eyes he was, once again, naked and on what he thought was a bed. Where he lay was soft, and glancing around he saw it was round and very big. A gossamer material rose from all around and pulled into a bunch behind a gold ball at least twenty feet above.

And
, he noted with a sigh,
he felt at peace.

“You’re up,” came a whisper and he jerked his head around trying to find the source.

“Do not worry, my love, I will be there shortly.”

He couldn’t find the source, but even whispered, he recognized the voice. Madame Ambassador was about.

Pushing up he noticed the rank smell of the dirty uniform he’d stolen had been replaced by a soft summer smell of flowers and spice on his skin. Someone had bathed him.

Moving to the edge of the bed, he let his feet fall over the edge and found the floor only a few inches away. Running his fingers along the gossamer veil he found an opening and crawled out.

He didn’t see anything that looked like clothing, so he just walked around naked.

The room was at least fifty feet square and thirty feet high. The walls and floor were a black polished stone of some kind, and when he rapped it with his knuckles there was only the dead sound of something very substantial.

He saw no door and wondered if he was being held prisoner. Just as quickly, he discarded the thought, and just as quickly, wondered why the thought didn’t bother him.

Windows on opposite ends of the room were high on the wall and he could see the stone was at least a yard thick. There didn’t appear to be any glass in them and he could hear something, maybe a bird, singing somewhere outside.

Below one set of windows was a pool of amber colored liquid the size of a wading pool, he had no idea how deep, and below the other set of windows sat a desk and something else he couldn’t define.

Walking over, he inspected it closely. A stand of polished black stone seemed to grow out of the floor to form a flat surface about the height of his knees. An indent the shape of a full-sized person was lined with gold, or something that shined like gold, and covered most the top.

Beside the place where the head would lie stood a single unlit candle.

Moving to the desk he found a neat stack of paper or some type of parchment, with scribbles that looked like what had been written on the back of the note he’d been carrying.

“There you are, my love!”

He recognized her purr immediately.

Spinning around, he found Madame Ambassador, another Meline female in a gold robe, and a Meline male in a matching robe, standing in the middle of the room beside the bed. Off to one side stood another Meline female in a black robe that looked tattered and threadbare.

His first reaction was anger, then he realized he was naked and he brought a hand down to cover himself. Then, as if in a dream, a very strange dream, he smiled broadly.

It has to be a drug. Or some kind of mind control.
He managed to erase the smile and demanded, “Where the hell am I and what the hell is going on, Madam Ambassador?”

When the brightly robed woman laughed softly and leaned toward the robed man to say something, he had no problem finding his anger.

Releasing his cock and balls, he met Madam Ambassador halfway as she walked toward him smiling, her hand up, planted his feet, and scowled down at her.

“Look, Madam Ambassador, I want to know what the hell you’ve done to me! And if I don’t get some answers pretty quick I’ll…I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” she challenged with a purr into his chest, a soft smile, and a touch on his bare hip.

When the brightly robed woman stepped up, stared into his eyes, and whispered something to Madam Ambassador, he wanted to…what? He only felt warmth and comfort. Something he’d felt recently. With a start, he recalled where and when.

“I’m sorry, my darling. I’m sure it’s all very confusing. Shortly I will explain. But first, my mother, the queen, would like to give you her warmest welcome to Meline.”

He’d reached his limit.

“Enough!” he bellowed and not a light blue eye in his small audience blinked.

His state of dress, or lack of it, didn’t seem to bother anyone else so he forgot about it, and standing straight as a board, his huge chest puffed out and his broad shoulders back, he announced, “If I have been taken prisoner, then so be it. But from this moment on I absolutely refuse to cooperate in any way and will provide you with only my name, rank, and serial number.”

No one moved for a few seconds, then just as quickly as they’d given their attention, Madam Ambassador turned and started speaking in Meline, the robed woman glanced at him a few times, all the while smiling and the robed man, once he’d listened to the Ambassador, fairly beamed.

In three quick strides the robed man was on him, pumping his hand and saying who knew what. A few pats on the back followed until the robed woman stepped forward, and with a bigger smile, bowed slightly and dragged the man away.

Then the Meline woman in the black tattered robe stepped up, took his hand, muttered something soft enough he could barely hear her, and turned to leave.

“That’s my aunt. She says you have the hands of a warrior and the eyes of a great lover.”

Somewhat disarmed, he tried to stop the blush that burned his neck.

At a place across from the bed where he had found no door, the three paused, the polished surface parted, and they stepped through chatting incessantly. The wall materialized immediately and he was left standing alone with Madame Ambassador.

He was still staring at the non-existent hole in the wall when he felt it. A warmth that carried a soothing vibration against his stomach. His eyes wide with surprise, he looked down and saw Madame Ambassador’s head snuggled against his chest.

A quick step back and he exclaimed, “This is crazy! You’re all cra…”

“No, my darling. Please,” she said and stepped closer. “Let me explain.”

“And that,” he spat as he jerked his thumb in the general direction of the stone slab with the gold lined body impression on top. “What the hell is that thing? Is that for sacrificing prisoners or something?”

“No, silly, that’s a birthing table.”

Wait, did she just say birthing table? Babies? He gulped.

She was wearing some dark translucent material that, while not as revealing as the veil she’d worn the first time he’d seen her, was much more suggestive and seemed to pull specific thoughts from his mind about their previous night in bed. When his cock swelled, he cringed and took another step back.

She smiled at his dilemma and offered, “Maybe if we sit down, and maybe if you will let me tell you what’s happening to your body, you will feel more at ease.”

It was like a slow burn. He could feel it inside. A fuse that was tied to the words—I have to have her. Which, frankly, he had no problem with. From where he stood she was the most desirable creature he’d ever seen.

What he couldn’t stand was the absolute lack of control he seemed to have.

When he didn’t speak she went on softly, “I can’t imagine how confused you must be.” She took a small step towards him.

“But you must believe me…” she began as she closed the space between them with another small step. “…when I tell you that I would never…” she paused as she pressed into him, her head once again resting on his chest, her breasts touching the top of his stomach and her hands touching lightly on his forearms, “…never, no matter what, hurt you or allow you to be hurt in any way.”

And, for some stupid reason, he believed her. At the same time he wanted to turn and run, something he’d never done in his entire life, from this enemy who was completely beyond his power to fight. Instead, with every muscle in his body pulled as tight as a piano string, he waited.

“I must tell you that, because of my love for you, I am sorry that Bast has done such a cruel thing to you.”

He felt her weight fall against him which seemed to squeeze more blood into his cock making it that much harder. A cold sweat rose on his brow as he looked down and saw it sticking out lewdly between their bodies. He was powerless to defend himself when her hands moved up his arms, past his neck, and landed on his ears with a gentle tug.

My God, what has she done to me?

“But I also must tell you that I am the happiest woman in the galaxy, and selfish as this may sound, I am glad that Bast chose such a wonderful mate for me. I think that she is most certainly the wisest goddess of them all.”

He hadn’t realized his head had come down with her gentle tugs and when her lips fell on his he did the only thing he could to conquer the she-cat that held him captive. He brought his arms up, and in one swift move, pulled her to him and tried as best he could to kiss her into submission with all the aggressive tenderness he could muster.

He dug at the silky cloth that covered her back, and grabbing as much as he could, ripped it and she giggled against his mouth.

When she pulled away he followed her lips determined to hold her captive.

Following a ridge of silky hair that ran down her spine he found more material and ripped again.

She sighed and pulled him closer, her small body vibrating against him with a soothing purr.

His mind was confused, but his fingers knew what to do when he found her broad back-fall of hair that draped across her ass. Raking down he discovered a depth of about an inch before he touched her bare ass cheeks hidden beneath.

This time he moaned.

With a strength and quickness that surprised him, she freed herself, and pulling him toward the huge bed, changed the battleground.

With a rush he tackled her, lifting her over his shoulder, and with one rip, destroyed half the drape that surrounded the bed.

She laughed and pounded playfully on his back.

Stepping into the middle of the mattress, holding tightly to what was left of her wrap, he flipped her onto her back and dropped her.

He was amazed when she landed naked on her hands and knees still laughing.

“You are my tree,” and she wiggled her ass and giggled.

He fell to his knees and buried his face in her platinum colored back-fall and rutted her with his nose.

Her breath caught, her eyes shot open, and she moaned, “No, that was not the work of a tree. I think you are more like an animal.”

When his tongue found the bare cleft hidden below her back-fall she squealed, “Or a beast!”

He pushed the attack and shoved on her back until she sprawled onto the bed covering with an inviting groan. Grabbing her hip he flipped her and stopped in awe as her ears, nose, and nipples all flushed a dark chocolate brown and the narrow slits of her pupils opened so wide she no longer had light blue eyes, but instead, bottomless black ones.

He followed his nose to the inside of her thighs and breathed deep. He couldn’t explain it, even to himself. Just like the previous night he had a sudden feeling of comfort and warmth.

He licked from a knee to her small brown pussy lips and she mewed.

He did it again and could taste it on her skin. The source of his torment and fountain of his comfort.

“God!” he growled.

He didn’t know how it happened. He only knew that he was trying to consume the inside of her thigh, then suddenly, her foot was on his chest, he was on his back, and she was crawling over his body with a triumphant smile on her face.

“Yes, you are my beast,”
she purred and dipped her head to suck his nipple.

“My noble beast,”
she continued as she kissed just above his heart and drove him mad with a burst of purring that seemed to stretch from her lips to his heart when she pulled her head away.

“But most of all…”
she said balancing her knees on his big thighs, her hands on his hard stomach, and crawling down his body. Her head dipped over his rock hard cock and she licked before finishing her sentence, “…
you are mine.”

His massive hands fell on her shoulders, and he rolled them both and landed between her legs.

Finding a brown nipple, he sucked it until it darkened before abandoning it for the other.

“Tell me,” he whispered with a lecherous smile trying a new tact—torture.

The mirth vanished and she grunted with lust.

His hands on her ribs, he gently lifted and watched in amazement as her head fell back, her neck stretched beneath his mouth, and she moaned. Licking her from nape to ear he whispered again, “I want to know.”

“It is our way,” she whispered back.

“Yes, that part I know,” he replied and found the small jumping pulse on the side of her throat, closing his teeth until the skin bunched between them.

She squeaked.

“Why can’t I resist you?” he asked, applying what he hoped would be his most insidious weapon. He kissed her.

She squirmed against the side of him that pressed between her thighs, and twisted away from his mouth. “Because I am meant to be yours.”

Finding the jumping pulse on the other side of her neck, he sucked and she mewed.

He raised her chest higher and her head continued to loll on the bed, “What if I don’t want you?”

Her legs opened and she laughed dreamily. “Tell me you don’t,” she challenged.

He kissed the bottom of her chin and growled, “I could kill you right now.”