Myfemale.
I’m on my feet in an instant, the crystal tumbler slipping from my hand and shattering into pieces on the floor at my boots.
My human.
Is she really here?
Am I dreaming this?
My little human female is here, standing in my ship. She is exactly how I remembered her, shiny black hair and a human skin-tone that reminds me of the deep, rich brown sands of the southern principality. Though, I cannot think of a single view of my home planet that is half as beautiful as my human. She is covered more modestly compared to back at ‘Star Pleasures’, but she leaves her neck scandalously bare, a fact that has me swallowing thickly as I can’t help but stare at her delicate throat, remembering how she had allowed me to nuzzle and nose at her there.
“Niska here has agreed to enter into a bridal contract with you, Kiahn-”
“What?” I cut off my Aunt. I think she had carried on talking, but my brain short-circuited after first finding out my female’s name, and then hearing the words,‘bridal contract’. “What do you mean?”
Aunt Zalora looks at me as though I suddenly have wyzzie-nuts for brains.
“But-”
“Uh,” Zann raises his hand as if he were still in a training room, needing permission to speak. “I don’t want a bridal contract,” he says, before waving a hand between the two other humans present. “No offense. I’m sure you’re both lovely.”
Az reaches over and grabs the arm Zann is pointing in the direction of the females and shoves it away. “The short, soft one is mine.”
Briefly, my gaze glosses over the other two females, one is ever so slightly taller, with rich, much darker skin and dark curly hair. She looks nervous, like she thinks someone’s going to eat her. The other has reddish hair, the length only just brushing her shoulders. Her skin is paler than both her companions, and her body much rounder. She’s also wearing a very guarded scowl on her face. None of them are covering their necks.
“Thatone?” I hear Zann whisper. “I don’t blame you for wanting a soft-bodied female, brother, but she looks like she wants to kill everyone on this ship three times over.”
Az grins, seemingly pleased and excited by Zann’s assessment of the female. “I know.”
“I want to make it clear,” my Aunts voice booms out, cutting my brother’s murmurings short. “I expect you all to enter bridal contracts very soon. The time for-” she raises a brow at Zann, “-funhas passed. The Northern Principality and the capital needs to see its royals take their breeding responsibilities seriously. But under no circumstance are the female,Lois,” she gestures to the shorter of the two before then doing the same to the other, “or the female,Jayato be forced into contracts. That was not the agreed upon terms of purchase.”
My female -my ‘Niska’- doesn’t make a move, in fact she is frozen to the spot, much like myself. I stare at her, still in disbelief as I ask my Aunt, “and whatarethose terms of purchase, exactly?”
9
Chapter 9 - Niska
So… I can’t tell if Prince Kiahn is pleased to see me, or pissed. Everything in this room felt tense as soon as we walked in. I know he’d tried to buy me himself, so is he annoyed that his Aunt did it for him? Or is it because now there’s talk of these strange bridal-breeding contracts? Is that not what he’d wanted from me when he came to try and buy me?
Thoughts about him purely wanting a bed-slave and not a woman protected by a contract flit through my mind, and I stare extra hard at the huge, horned guy in front of me. He seemed better than that, but what do I really know? I know nothing about him, or his culture. He told me that his people are not in the habit of buying slaves, but habits start somewhere, right?
It doesn’t matter what he wants me for,I tell myself, squaring my shoulders and lifting my chin as Lady Zalora recounts the deal we made. She tells her nephews that I am the only one who has consented to negotiating a breeding bridecontract, but that Lois and Jaya are to remain nothing but the royal Prince’s guests until they themselves decide whether or not they want to follow in my footsteps with Kiahn’s brothers.
They won’t.
I made sure to get Lady Zalora’s agreement that they would not be pressured into any of that nonsense. And in return, she wants me to… well…loosenPrince Kiahn up a bit. Seduce him. She’d told me that he is reluctant to ‘do the deed’, and I can imagine that, since he was so very tense when I’d sat on his lap back at the club. I think he might be a little afraid of women, if I’m honest.
Which is particularly ridiculous when you take in the sheer size of the man.
Whatever it is that’s holding him back, Lady Zalora wants me to break it - to set him loose to go forth and multiply.
And I’m fairly confident I can do that.
I can do anything I set my damn mind to, and if seducing that huge, alien Prince is what’s going to keep me and my friends safe out here, then he’d better hang onto his horns, because that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
I can hear Lady Zalora still talking, but the words are muffled like I’m underwater or something. It’s too hard to pull my focus away from the Prince as he starts to move, slowly stalking forward toward me without breaking contact with those pretty green eyes of his. My heart starts to thrum in my body, even though I feel like a sacrificial lamb in his presence. And, I can’t help but think, as he comes to stand right in front of me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look up at him;
This giant of a man is going to completely wreck my pussy.
