She was will­ing to try.

  “Kneel be­fore me,” the prince said, tak­ing her by the up­per arms.

  Jes­sica obeyed, her sex flow­ing anew at the thought of tak­ing him in her mouth, of tast­ing his alien flesh. She took a deep breath, let­ting his cin­na­mon scent flood her senses.

  “I’ve never done this,” she whis­pered, her gaze locked on the two bul­let-shaped or­gans.

  “I will be de­lighted to teach you.”

  Cla­jak put one hand on the back of her head while grasp­ing the larger of his mem­bers with the other. He ran the tip of the smooth-skinned cock over her lips, wet­ting them with his lu­bri­cant. She licked the fluid, tast­ing the sweet spice of him. She’d been afraid she wouldn’t like the taste, that it would make her gag. How­ever, Cla­jak’s lu­bri­ca­tion was like cin­na­mon sugar.

  “Kiss it as you would my lips,” he said, and Jes­sica did, her mouth slightly parted, her tongue flick­ing out to tease. He was warm against her mouth, and she kissed his cock again, then again, be­com­ing more pas­sion­ate. Her hands gripped Cla­jak’s but­tocks, squeez­ing the rock hard flesh as she slid her mouth over the tip of him, wrap­ping her tongue around his sex.

  Sound­ing strained, Cla­jak’s hon­eyed voice com­manded, “Now use your hand on it while you kiss the other one, my sweet.”

  Jes­sica wrapped her hand around the larger pe­nis. “Firmly,” the prince coached. “Yes, stroke me just like that. Now your mouth.”

  Jes­sica tilted her head to one side to get to the smaller pe­nis be­neath her work­ing hand. It had no open­ing for ejac­u­la­tion; she guessed it had evolved for plea­sur­able pur­poses only. Re­mem­ber­ing how Cla­jak’s fin­ger had felt in­side her anus made her shiver with an­tic­i­pa­tion. How would it feel to have this thicker, longer flesh mov­ing within her?

  She kissed and licked, de­light­ing in Cla­jak’s sweet-spicy fla­vor. At his urg­ing, she al­ter­nated be­tween the two or­gans, both of her hands work­ing his hard, fevered sexes. The veins run­ning the lengths be­neath each pe­nis throbbed against her palms. He gasped and moaned as she ser­viced him, let­ting her know how much he en­joyed it.

  Plea­sur­ing the prince brought its own re­wards. Her belly had be­gun heat­ing again, as if ready­ing for more pas­sion. The in­sides of Jes­sica’s thighs were slick with her flow­ing juices when Cla­jak pulled away. He looked down at her, his chest heav­ing with quick breath. He put his hands on ei­ther side of her head, pulling it back with his fin­gers tan­gled in her hair.

  “Lean for­ward.” His voice was breathy, but still filled with com­mand. She did as he di­rected. “Now I will fuck your sweet mouth,” he whis­pered. His preda­tory ex­pres­sion lent dan­ger to his face. His fangs reap­peared, giv­ing Jes­sica an erotic fear-tinged thrill. “You feel how when your head is tilted like this, that your mouth and throat are in a straight line?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was a bare whis­per.

  “It will help you to keep from chok­ing. Keep your throat re­laxed, breath only when I pull out, and you will be fine.”

  He stepped close and bent over her, an­gling his larger pe­nis. Jes­sica opened her mouth wide for him. His cock slid over her tongue, the vein throb­bing. He slid in fur­ther, past the back of her mouth and into her throat. She stopped breath­ing, forc­ing her­self to re­lax against the gag re­flex. Cla­jak’s smaller pe­nis ran down the out­side of her throat, leav­ing a wet trail in its path. He con­tin­ued to fill her with him­self un­til his groin met her lips.

  He pulled back un­til just the tip re­mained in her mouth. Jes­sica took a breath, then Cla­jak filled her mouth and throat again.

  Lis­ten­ing to her lover’s breath­ing come faster, she filled with a sense of pride. The prince was find­ing plea­sure with her, as in­ex­pe­ri­enced as she was. While she had al­ways thought of her­self as a strong, in­de­pen­dent woman, she found it ex­cit­ing to serve him. Hear­ing him com­mand her to sat­isfy his flesh made her ea­ger to do so.

  Af­ter a few min­utes of work­ing her mouth slowly, the Kalquo­rian said, “Now I’ll take you with a bit more en­ergy, my sweet.”

  His pace quick­ened, and Jes­sica fought to ad­just to the new rhythm. He pounded him­self into her throat, emit­ting growls as he took what he wanted. Jes­sica’s hands left his thighs to bury them­selves in her own wet­ness, plea­sur­ing her sex as the Kalquo­rian plea­sured her mouth. The heat in her womb grew, spark­ing into an in­ferno. She plunged one fin­ger, then two, then three into her­self, match­ing Cla­jak’s pace. Her sex shud­dered with the com­ing or­gasm, spas­ming around her work­ing fin­gers. Cla­jak’s gasps grew in vol­ume, telling her he was clos­ing in on his own plea­sure, ready­ing to pour his seed down her throat. Her de­sire grew brighter, brighter, al­most there…

  Cla­jak dis­en­gaged, pulling free of her cling­ing mouth. He bent over and yanked her hands from her sex. Jes­sica cried out and strug­gled against him, des­per­ate to claim com­ple­tion for her­self. Her in­sides flexed in the at­tempt to come. She needed more though. She needed to touch her­self, to bring that sweet dis­so­lu­tion to re­lieve the ter­ri­ble aching ten­sion.

  The prince would have none of that. He held her wrists eas­ily, his lips curled in a cruel smile as he de­nied her the or­gasm she’d come so close to hav­ing.

  “Naughty, naughty girl. What­ever would your Earth gov­ern­ment say if they saw you touch­ing your­self like that?” he asked.

  “I’m not on Earth,” Jes­sica protested. She ached fiercely, but she was no match for Cla­jak’s strength. “Let go! I need to come.”

  “Stop fight­ing me then. I have some­thing much bet­ter to fill you with.”

  At his words, Jes­sica went very still. She looked at his en­gorged penises and shiv­ered.

  Cla­jak led her back to the lounger and laid her down. She ran her hands over his pow­er­ful torso as he po­si­tioned him­self over her. His skin was so soft and smooth, like a layer of satin over steel. Damn, he was gor­geous.

  He de­scended, his mouth search­ing hers out. Jes­sica opened to his kiss and to the twin prods she felt be­low. He reached down to po­si­tion him­self, and she moaned in his mouth as he pressed against her open­ings.

  Both their sexes were wet with juices, and he eased in. Jes­sica moaned again as he filled her, her vir­ginal pas­sages yield­ing to the thick in­vaders. Plea­sure mixed with the ache of tak­ing him in, and her womb stirred with re­newed de­sire.

  Cla­jak’s mouth left hers. “Now, my sweet,” he said, and a sharp pain blos­somed in her belly.

  Jes­sica cried out and pushed against the hard body pin­ning her to the lounger. “Easy, easy,” he whis­pered in her ear. “It is only the claim­ing of your in­no­cence. It will no longer trou­ble you.”

  Cla­jak waited un­til the pain faded and she qui­eted. Jes­sica looked into the dark face of the Kalquo­rian prince, feel­ing a sense of won­der as she gazed into those amaz­ing pur­ple eyes.

  He smiled at her. “You are bet­ter?” he asked.

  For an an­swer, Jes­sica shifted her hips so that she took him deeper in­side. She clenched her in­ner mus­cles around Cla­jak as hard as she could. His sud­den in­take of breath warned her only a mo­ment be­fore he lost con­trol and plunged his full length into her body. The sud­den thrust drove a ragged scream from her.

  Jes­sica felt in­sanely full with both cocks em­bed­ded deep in her pas­sages. The one in her ass hurt from the abrupt­ness of the tak­ing. The one in­side her pussy pressed hard against some­thing ex­cit­ing, how­ever. The strange mix­ture of plea­sure and pain made her kick at the ceil­ing as her body tried to fig­ure out whether the in­va­sion was a good or bad thing.

  Jes­sica found out as Cla­jak rode her hard, pun­ish­ing her de­light­fully with his need. She hung onto his neck for dear life as pain and ec­stasy blended into a rap­tur­ous mix­ture within her womb. She wrapped her legs around his pound­ing hips, adding the pull of her dancer’s mus­cles to the strength of his thrusts. She dis­cov­ered the pain of cou­pling with the big alien was ev­ery bit as ex­quis­ite as the plea­sure his rough love­mak­ing gave her. She sobbed with new­found de­light.

  Her sex climbed to­wards that peak again, spi­ral­ing up­ward faster and faster. Cla­jak snarled, his vo­cal­iza­tions be­com­ing more beast­like as he came closer to his own cli­max. His pace grew more fren­zied, feed­ing the in­ferno now rag­ing in­side Jes­sica’s body. She slipped ever closer to cat­a­clysmic ex­al­ta­tion.

  Cla­jak reached down and seized her clit. Or­gasm crashed upon her, rip­ping her wide open, leav­ing her scream­ing and claw­ing at her lover’s back.

  As seizure af­ter seizure of quak­ing fury throt­tled her, Cla­jak roared. His head strained back to voice his own cul­mi­na­tion to the heav­ens. He ground his loins to Jes­sica’s as if to fuse them to­gether for eter­nity. His cock throbbed within her vagina as he filled her with his bliss. She screamed again when an­other, stronger or­gasm tore through her.

  It seemed to last an eter­nity, their bod­ies strain­ing against one an­other as wave af­ter wave of ec­stasy took them. Lit­tle by lit­tle, they be­gan to quiet, their cries dwin­dling to gasps, their mus­cles re­lax­ing, un­til Cla­jak col­lapsed on Jes­sica. They lay there for some time, Jes­sica lis­ten­ing to the Kalquo­rian’s heart thump a bass beat in his chest. She found it a lit­tle dif­fi­cult to breathe be­neath his weight, but she wouldn’t have moved him for the world. His body cov­er­ing hers felt too right.

  Af­ter sev­eral min­utes Cla­jak stirred, prop­ping him­self over her on his el­bows. He stroked her cheek, his touch amaz­ingly ten­der given the strength of his tak­ing. He blinked at her, as if in amaze­ment.

  “You are in­cred­i­ble, Jes­sica McIn­ness,” Cla­jak whis­pered.

  “Right back at you,” she mur­mured.

  She thought, I get to en­joy a life­time of this. Earth has it all wrong; this is heaven.

  “I did not hurt you?” Cla­jak asked.

  “No more than I hurt you,” Jes­sica an­swered, grin­ning her en­joy­ment. “I’m sorry about the nails in your back.”

  He grinned. “That is good pain. I like it very much.”

  “I like what you did too. All of it.”

  “That was only the first les­son.”

  Fresh warmth blos­somed in her belly, and Jes­sica stared up at Cla­jak with mount­ing an­tic­i­pa­tion. “The first les­son? You mean there’s other stuff we can do?”

  He swelled in­side her anew and a whim­per es­caped her lips as he an­swered. “Much more plea­sure, and a lit­tle more pain that en­hances the plea­sure. I see you en­joy both. Shall I show you, my sweet?”

  Jes­sica could tell whether she wanted to or not, the alien prince meant to in­struct her. Cla­jak’s ten­dency to dom­i­nate made her anx­ious. She wasn’t used to giv­ing up con­trol to oth­ers. How­ever, much like how pain had in­creased her plea­sure dur­ing the tu­mul­tuous sex they’d had, ap­pre­hen­sion now fed her de­sire.

  “I am your de­voted pupil, my prince,” Jes­sica breathed.

  * * * *

  The sound of a door clos­ing brought Jes­sica out of slum­ber. She blinked in the bright light of Pla­sius’ twin suns as they streamed into the bank of win­dows that made up one wall. For a mo­ment she didn’t know where she was.

  Cla­jak ap­peared next to the lounger she laid on, a sil­ver tray in his hands. He wore a sim­ple blue wrap around his waist. The knee-length gar­ment was sim­i­lar to a skirt, but it took none of his mas­culin­ity away. He smiled down on her, and the mem­ory of the night be­fore flooded back. She re­turned the smile and sat up.

  “Good day, my sweet. Would you like to eat?” The prince perched on the edge of the lounger and bal­anced the tray on his knees. Scratches from her nails lined his de­fined chest. Jes­sica winced to see the dam­age de­spite know­ing the Kalquo­rian en­joyed the abuse.

  “I’m starv­ing,” she an­swered, peer­ing at the break­fast … or lunch, judg­ing by the po­si­tions of the suns. She rec­og­nized the steamed fes­hen eggs and nel­lus-berry juice, but the chunk of meat on the plat­ter, roasted and smelling like heaven, was a mys­tery.

  Cla­jak pinched off a bit of the meat and brought it to her lips. “Ronka meat from Kalquor. Many Earth­ers on my planet en­joy it.”

  Jes­sica let him feed her the morsel. It had a slightly salty, rich fla­vor, not un­like steak. It prac­ti­cally melted in her mouth. “Mmmm. It’s de­li­cious.”

  “I’m glad you like it.” He con­tin­ued to feed her as if she was a queen.

  Isn’t that what I’ll be if I join Cla­jak’s clan and they take the throne? Or will I be em­press? Will my be­ing an Earther keep me from such ti­tles? There’s no way I’m qual­i­fied to rule an em­pire. Maybe I’ll only be con­sid­ered a con­cu­bine.

  Jes­sica found she didn’t care about be­ing la­beled as roy­alty. Sta­tus-seek­ing wasn’t her style; she’d never as­pired to gain rank. All she wanted was a de­cent clan to spend her life with. It was the price for es­cap­ing the death sen­tence that no doubt waited for her back on Earth.

  As far as some­one she could co-ex­ist with, Jes­sica was pretty sure Cla­jak fit the bill, even though one night couldn’t pos­si­bly as­sure her of that. Not even one as amaz­ing as last night had been.

  But then again, her par­ents had known they were meant for each other al­most im­me­di­ately upon meet­ing. Aaron and Tara McIn­ness were the poster chil­dren for love at first sight. Their mar­riage em­bod­ied the stuff of dreams.

  Jes­sica couldn’t claim to be in love with Cla­jak, but she cer­tainly was heavy in like and lust with him. She hoped she got along as well with the other two.

  If Cla­jak’s clan­mates are half as good as him in bed, I doubt I’ll have many com­plaints.

  “I can’t be­lieve I slept so late,” she said be­tween mouth­fuls.

  “I con­sider it a com­pli­ment,” Cla­jak grinned. “We had a very good time, didn’t we?”

  “I know I did.” This morn­ing, Jes­sica was glad she’d es­caped Earth. At least she was un­til she re­mem­bered it made her a traitor and kept her from her fam­ily. The things the Kalquo­rian had made her body feel! Her sex tight­ened at the mem­ory.

  Cla­jak frowned a lit­tle as he con­tin­ued to feed her. “You cried out in your sleep a few times. Did you dream badly?”

  Jes­sica shrugged. “I don’t re­mem­ber,” she said be­tween bites. I must have had the old night­mare, but I don’t re­call it for a change, she thought. She sup­pressed a shud­der.

  The prince pat­ted her mouth with a nap­kin and put the empty tray on the ta­ble. “Shall we bathe?”

  “Won­der­ful. But shouldn’t you tint the win­dows? Some­one might see.”

  Cla­jak chuck­led. “We’re on Pla­sius. No one cares, ex­cept in a voyeuris­tic sense.”

  “You’re right. I guess my brain is still stuck on Earth.”

  Jes­sica didn’t re­ally want to put on a pub­lic dis­play, but Cla­jak might think her a prude if she in­sisted on pri­vacy. Earth­ers were a joke among the other species for their ex­treme sex­ual re­pres­sion.

  Swal­low­ing, she started to rise from the lounger, but the big alien stopped her by gath­er­ing her in his arms. He car­ried her to the bathing basin, where a small wa­ter­fall fed the pool.

  “You cer­tainly know how to take care of a girl,” Jes­sica whis­pered in his ear as he stepped into the pool. He set her down so she sat waist-deep in the wa­ter.

  “I have had much prac­tice,” he an­swered and tugged his wrap off. He stood high­lighted in the sun­light, golden light shim­mer­ing around his dark body like an aura. His penises stood at right an­gles from his groin, darker brown than the rest of his skin.

  “Do those ever calm down?” Jes­sica teased as she looked over the stun­ning Kalquo­rian. The wet­ness be­tween her legs had lit­tle to do with the wa­ter she im­mersed in.

  “You keep me ex­cited,” Cla­jak an­swered, his ex­pres­sion se­ri­ous. “I find it dif­fi­cult to leave your warmth. When I do, all I can think of is join­ing with you again.”

  “Re­ally? It’s hard to imag­ine some­one as in­ex­pe­ri­enced as me be­ing ex­cit­ing to you.”

  He knelt be­side her and stroked her throat, her arms, and her breasts. “Your ea­ger­ness makes up for your lack of knowl­edge. That, and your body is like no other I have ever felt. Your sex yields to pen­e­tra­tion, yet clings to mine with such a grip that I must fight for con­trol ev­ery mo­ment. I could make love to you ten times a day and I would still crave more.”

  Cla­jak leaned over to kiss her up­turned mouth. He tasted her thor­oughly, leav­ing her gasp­ing for breath.

  He with­drew and gave her a know­ing smile. Jes­sica made no ef­fort to hide the ef­fect he had on her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  He guided her to the wa­ter­fall. She leaned back to let it sluice through her hair, and he cra­dled her. Then Cla­jak took a lump of cleans­ing bar from the ledge of the basin and lath­ered it be­tween his hands. He worked the suds through her hair, gen­tly trail­ing his fin­gers through the tresses.

  “You pos­sess strength and in­de­pen­dence,” he ob­served, “but I think you like be­ing taken care of too.”

  “I’m en­joy­ing the at­ten­tion,” Jes­sica ad­mit­ted, al­low­ing him to lower her back­wards to rinse the soap from her hair. When he brought her back up, she said, “I don’t give up con­trol eas­ily.”

  “You re­spond well to be­ing dom­i­nated.” Cla­jak rubbed the soap over her breasts.

  “Maybe.” Jes­sica claimed the bar from him and lath­ered her own arms.

  He took the soap away and pinned her wrists be­hind her back with one hand. “Def­i­nitely,” he said, his other hand clutch­ing her sudsy breasts.