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ZANE ALSO LOOKED very much like me, just an inch or two shorter, and his black hair was sheared close to his head. His eyes changed from an icy blue hue to the royal golden topaz that branded us, and his skin markings weren’t as extensive as mine. Not yet. The marks grew with each of life’s milestones. Like ancient Egyptian glyphs miraculously decorating our flesh . . . like the one now crawling across my torso in a pattern that became clearer and clearer by the moment.

Prairie appeared beside the obelisk, wringing out her hair.

I gulped, almost swallowing my damn tongue. Forgot all about Zane sitting right there. With no towel at her disposal, Prairie was just as sexy—wet and sleekly glistening—as I’d imagined.

She glanced at me and interpreted my predatory look as exactly what it was. Complete instant male arousal.

“Still think I’m cute like a little kamster?” Prairie ran her hands up her dripping body from hips to tits.

I almost nutted without even being touched.

Zane groaned, and Prairie noticed him for the first time, quickly wrapping an arm across her busty breasts.

“What the hell, X?” she screeched.

Climbing off the bed, I covered her in a robe, my own nakedness nothing I was bothered about, not even with the erection of the millennium. “My brother, Zaneeviex. He has bad manners.”

Her mouth popped open, and I kissed her quiet, ending with a wink. “You can call him Zane.”

“Well, at least that’s not quite the mouthful Xzippitydippitydooda is. No offense.” She reached up to pat my cheek.

“Oh, you have no idea about what a big mouthful I am.” Zane leered.

“Really?” Prairie asked.

Zane crossed his arms over his chest. “I have two coc—”

“Leave us.” I nearly growled at my own brother.

“Just saying.” Walking over, he clasped my hand then kissed Prairie’s cheek. “Welcome to Zenithia.”

As soon as he departed, Prairie rounded on me, hands on her hips. “Your brother? Did not expect that. And he saw me buck naked!”

“You better not be naked in front of him again.” I scowled. “And, yes, my brother. I wasn’t hatched from an egg, you know?”

“Well that’s a relief.”

“What space movies did you watch anyway?”

“The Sigourney Weaver ones. Duh.”

“Yeah. Those give aliens a bad rap.”

Slipping toward me, Prairie dragged a hand from my shoulder to the center of my chest. “No doubt about that.”

I stepped back even as my cock jerked to get closer to her—inside her preferably. “We should dress now.”

“But you didn’t answer my question.” Dropping the robe to the floor, her damp skin glowed in front of me. “About being just cute?”

I wrapped her hand around my mammoth cock. “Gods, woman. Does that feel like I think you’re cute?”

Her hot gasp hit me hard in my sac, which swelled even more. Then her eyes drifted down to where her hand grasped my thick swollen staff.

“Jesus, X.” Her hand rolled up, and she brushed her thumb over the weeping slit. “Hung much?”

I was proud of my endowments, even prouder when Prairie handled me with something close to awe, but I was too close to reaching explosive pleasure.

Pulling her hand off my cock, my voice dropped to a throbbing tone. “Now we dress.”

“Sir, yes sir.” She snapped her heels together, sliding a saucy smile my way.

Perhaps I should’ve stuck with one of the Tinder bimbettes. One of them might’ve been easier to handle.

But I knew that was a damn lie. Subservient? Submissive? Prairie struck me as none of those things I’d claimed I’d wanted, yet she seemed to capitulate too easily. Smiling, kissing me, stroking me, stroking my ego. Maybe she had ulterior motives for accepting my invitation to come to Zenithia or maybe she was just as carefree as her name suggested.

Whatever Prairie’s reasons, I already knew she was savvy enough to know her own mind and wouldn’t be led where she didn’t want to go.

I guided her to another area of the large chamber where jewels and garb and oils could be summoned. The lights—an ambient glow from the walls—diffused on and I called forth a bottle of oil, fragrant liquid made from the malp tree. Other than keeping skin supple and gleaming, the oil had magical properties that would eventually help her accept the length and girth of my prodigious cock.

“Your body must be readied for presentation.”

“What? Like a slave girl or something?” Her nose wrinkled.

“Like my sacred woman.” Pouring a liberal amount of liquid into one palm, I rubbed my hands together. “May I?”

She nodded in acquiescence, lips slightly parted.

Prairie moaned when I dragged my hands from the delicate wings of her collarbone over the big bouncy flesh of her tits. Her nipples—pink as fruit—pointed against my palms, and I pressed her magnificent breasts together.

After tweaking the fat buds, I replenished the oil and spread it with long swirls of my fingers down her belly and over her hips. My thumbs anointed her with a generous amount of shiny liquid on her mons and into the pretty little nest of her woman’s curls.

Prairie’s fingers clutched my hair, my shoulders as I kneeled before her. I was tempted almost beyond my formidable restraint to take her soft pink pussy into my mouth as I dripped more oil down her thighs to her calves.

“Oh my God, X!” she wailed when a light puff of my breath coiled against her lusciously gleaming cunt.

I chuckled, spinning her around to massage all along her back. When I reached her ass, I didn’t hesitate to grab both round cheeks in my slippery fingers, and she squeaked. But her next breath was a hot panting sound that went straight to my gonads because I drew a fingertip right down the tight wet cleft of her ass, swirling lightly around the little rosy star.

And when I blew across her tiny entrance, she whimpered and pressed back.

After I finished, Prairie glistened from head to toe, and fiery arousal flinted her pale green eyes to nearly black. She swayed gently on her feet, hips circling as if searching for friction.

“Now you must do me.”

I’d like to do you. Her stream of thought dragged a deep groan from my tightened lips.

Instead of using her hands, Prairie poured a shimmering lush stream of oil over her body then stepped up against me. Her breasts slid all over my abs and chest. Her fingers dragged up my forearms to my shoulders.

“Is this allowed?”

Prairie the seductress was an entirely new creature. One I approved of wholeheartedly.

I swallowed a harsh curse. “Yes.”

She rubbed me all over with her oily tits and her ass and then with my cock angled down and squeezed between her squelching thighs, pushing back and forth along her steamy cunt lips.

She kept it up until I strained and groaned, my shaft pulsing and dripping with the first clear tears of seed. I pushed her back only to attack her mouth as grunts tore from my chest, sounding more like bloodthirsty growls.

Prairie nearly climbed up my body, hands gripping my hair, tongue stabbing into my mouth.

“Clothing,” I uttered, my control severely tested.

In a matter of moments I summoned specific garb for Prairie. The oil had seeped into our skin, leaving nothing but a lustrous sheen over which I dressed her in silence, my irises flashing more and more, my cock throbbing harder and harder. First, loose nearly sheer pants woven with gold, and a thin jeweled chain dangling around her waist, the tail dipping between the cheeks of her ass.

“No panties?”

I brushed my fingers over her sex, the tight nest of red curls creating a smudgy shadow. “There must be as little as possible between our bodies at all times.”

I rose to my feet, brushing against her all the way.

The top was also loose, cut in a deep V, consisting entirely of a shimmering fringe of Zenithia’s most precious gems. The jeweled strands draped over the mounds of Prairie’s tits, concealing her luscious charms but leaving her back entirely bare.

Around her neck, I hung the Queen’s jewel, an amulet made of a large nerezeen stone. Prairie’s eyes grew almost as big as the jewel when she took in her appearance in the reflective surface I conjured.

“Well hell. I’m not used to looking like this.”

“You are stunning, meehri.” I drew my fingertip around the sensuous curve of her belly and the sinuous swell of her hips.

She watched as I adorned myself—the leather pants from tazek hide, the heavy metal gauntlets covering my forearms, a chestplate, and an array of small square stone trinkets attached to the braids that hung from my temples.

“Fuck me,” Prairie breathed out with a low whistle when I faced her.

Bending toward her, I traced her lips with my tongue before plunging deeply inside to stroke her plush heat while I cupped her ass.

When I broke the kiss, my engorged cock nearly split the lacings on my pants. There was no hiding the long rigid girth.

Damn, if his kiss can melt my insides, what’s his dick gonna do to me?

Her heated thought spilled across my mind, and she realized it when I grinned wickedly.