Volarn I: Love's Captive
When Serena awakes, after a close and unpleasant encounter with some sort of stun gun, she very quickly learns that resistance is futile and escape only a yearned for dream. She, and the other Earth women Serena meets aboard ship with her, have been captured by the Moyds, interstellar merchants ….their mission, to procure fertile wives for the men of Volarn, where their race is endangered due to the wide-spread sterility of their own women.
Word Count: 107,955
Genre: Futuristic Romance
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© Cover Art by Eliza Black, 2012
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
The dress plastered itself to her like a second skin and he noted with rising pleasure the dark pink nubs, which showed clearly through the now transparent cloth. His cini reacted, becoming stiff with the need for her. Lazily, feeling anything but such emotion, Rhamus answered, "Most of the time we don't run into our enemies. Usually we only find the damage they've left behind. The infrequent periods when we do run into each other always end in a skirmish." He threw the sponge the short distance into his wife's hands and watched as she approached thoughtfully and fully unaware of the danger zone she entered.
Rhamus turned slightly and presented his broad back for her ministrations. Serena scrubbed his back thoroughly, knowing how good that must feel to tired and aching flesh. She couldn't resist writing her name on his back and giggled at her own childishness.
"What are you doing back there?" He tried to peer over one shoulder, then turned around to face her completely. "Since I can't see what you were up to and you don't seem inclined to tell me, I insist you do the same for my chest."
"You insist!" Serena tried to sound appalled, but fell far short when his playful tone and boyish grin pulled a responding smile from her.
"Yes, I think I am still King and as such, I can order my subjects to do as I wish." He looked down his nose at her in a thoroughly haughty manner.
Rhamus' attempt to stare her down went against everything that she had learned of this man so far. She covered up another giggle that threatened to escape. "But I am the Queen." Serena threw her nose up in imitation of his haughty pose.
"Ah," he reached and grasped her nearer hand, "but even the Queen must be subject to the King's ... desires."
Suddenly their game took on a more serious quality and Serena found that she wanted the play to continue, no matter what direction it took. She stepped close to Rhamus and sponged water over his wide chest, and then traced her name on his front. She found that breathing seemed harder standing within the circle of his arms, that she'd dropped the sponge, but her hands continued to rub his firm chest in large circular strokes.
"Is this how Earth women mark their mates?" He asked archly.
"Hmm," she almost purred. "No, but maybe it's not such a bad idea."
He ran one callused hand up and down her left arm, as if washing her in return. Shivers of pure pleasure ran up Serena's arm at his caressing. She extended her strokes to include his large biceps and felt them bunch in reaction to her touch. She looked in Rhamus' eyes and saw the unveiled heat of his gaze and knew that a similar longing was reflected in her own eyes. He ran his hands up both her arms, pressing and kneading gently. Then his hands slid down her back and began a circular massage to the small of her back. Serena felt herself relaxing completely.
It seemed only natural that both their arms went up in synchrony and encircled one another’s necks, both rubbing each other's napes in a continued assault on their sense of touch. Their kiss was slow and befitted the languorous feeling that seemed to surround their coming together. Rhamus slowly slipped Serena's dress down, exposing her lush breasts to the strong rhythmic pressure of his hands.
Her senses were invaded with the soft swish of the warm water as they moved, the feel of his steely body beneath her exploring fingers, the wonderful taste of the soft flesh of his mouth, and the texture of his tongue as it played havoc with her own. And then there were the hot stabs of pleasure he caused to shoot throughout her body, wherever his experienced hands rubbed and stroked.
A few deft caresses of his hands around her hips and her dress slid down. Serena kicked the last barrier between their bodies off in one quick movement. Rhamus' hands regained their purchase on her slick body and began a further stroking of her hips and upper thighs. She sucked in her breath at the heated contact of their lower bodies, her soft mound against his hard male member making her feel utterly feminine.