Authors: Emma Paul
For her, everything came with a price. She loved her family, but the Zen political affaires always came first. Yani knew her father used her mainly as a pawn.
Only the first-born male child would ascend to the Zenian throne, which meant her brother, seven years younger than she, would one day be Emperor.
The hell with it, I am going to live tonight!
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Corbin wondered what Yani was thinking. The awkward silence made him anxious ,and the sooner he could get this sweet morsel of a Zen woman to his room, the better.
He noticed his contact enter a few moments ago.
A familiar cramp twisted his stomach. He needed to get over to the Elvin trader and finish their transaction, yet he did not want to pass up the opportunity with Yani.
For some reason, he felt the need to be cordial with the Zenian. It was more than her beauty... He sensed her naivety. She seemed to have vulnerability, and a gentle nature, that made her stand out like a beacon in a cesspool of depraved, immoral degenerates. Yani was obviously out of her element in this club, or on Azuri for that matter.
Normally he would walk up to a potential sexual encounter and boldly ask them for the use of their bodies. Most of the time women were very happy to comply. Dregs were known for their prowess and sexual appetites. He'd used that fact to his advantage.
However, Yani piqued his interest. She stood apart from all the other women he had known. He wanted to savor her.
For that reason, and because he knew she most likely would not be so easily persuaded for a one night sexual encounter, Corbin decided to let her make the first move. He could stay an extra night if he had to. Yani would definitely be worth it.
He turned towards the booth near the stage, where a Sh'kra mistress was busily grinding her slit on a pet's face. The Elvin met his gaze. Nodding once in his direction, Corbin turned towards Yani "Yani, I have some business to take care of.
Her eyes widened.
He swore he saw panic on her face.
"I would very much like to spend the evening with you ... in your room." She spoke so fast that it took a few seconds before the words falling from her lips registered.
Corbin was dumbstruck. That he did not expect. He smiled. "Now that is the best offer I've had in a long while – " He took her hand and led her to the back of the room.
"Your room is in the back of a Sh'kra sex club? "
Corbin chuckled. "No, but as I was saying before you gave me a chance to finish, I have a matter to take care of before we leave. It is the reason I came here. At least this time anyway..."
He wagged his brows at her, enjoying the sudden flush of color that reddened her cheeks.
She waved her hand through air as if giving him permission. "Oh yes of course, proceed."
He paused and raised a brow at her. She bit her bottom lip adorably, and looked up at him with sheepish eyes.
When they reached the Elvin, Corbin noticed how he rolled his solid black eyes over Yani. He immediately tensed, put his arm around Yani's waist, and pulled her possessively to his side. His jealous reaction surprised him. Pushing Yani behind him, he turned to face her.
"Stay here, talk to no one."
Her expression changed and became somewhat guarded. He felt like a fool for the harshness in his voice. She had done nothing wrong. Yet, the thought of any other man trying to claim this night with Yani fired his blood.
He placed a kiss on her forehead, and was relieved when her body relaxed against him. Softening his expression, Corbin bent his head and whispered in her ear, "This will be quick."
The Elvin stood and walked into the dark corridor behind the stage. Corbin met up with him.
"Ezil, do you have it?"
The Elvin smiled arrogantly, "I do Dreg, however there is an adjustment in price. It cost me two scouts, and a shuttle craft, to get you the six and a half ounces you wanted."
His thin face was paler then most Elvins. Years of drug use made him look wan and sickly. At one point, he may have even been handsome. Elvins were a mystical species, capable of controlling the elements. It made them dangerous enemies. Most were noble, and just to a fault. Some, like Ezil, had less desirable qualities. Sometimes, wielding such immense power corrupted.
Elvins like Ezil, had been banished from their home world. Considered an embarrassment to their people, they could no longer call themselves Elvins. Instead, the Elvin elders labeled them as D'vlin, a word that meant deviant in their language.
Corbin could care less. He did not particularly like Ezil or trust him. However, only someone with an Elvin's unique talents could obtain the Trill powder he needed. Since no Elvin would agree to forage for the illegal drug, the D'vlin were the next best thing. Unfortunately, they were also opportunists who could not be trusted for a millisecond.
Corbin rolled his eyes; he knew Ezil would try to rip him off. "How much?"
"Six Hundred Sh'kra
Orzium
-credits."
Anger boiled inside Corbin, threatening to explode, six hundred Orzium was ridiculous. "We agreed to Three-Hundred, that is all I have." It was not all he had, but he is not going to let Ezil call his bluff.
The D'vlin scumbag held up a pouch and swung it between two bony fingers right under Corbin's nose. "Well, then I guess you don't need this as badly as I believed you did."
The callous smirk on his face pushed Corbin over the edge.
Less than a second later, he held the pouch. Ezil blinked several times as he stared from his empty hand, to the pouch now gripped in Corbin's fist.
A slow predatory smile spread across Corbin's face. "I believe the price was Three-Hundred Sh'kra Orzium Credits."
Ezil backed away, knowing better than to try to push his luck with Corbin. Or so he thought. The D'vlin took Corbin by surprise when he landed a closed fist to his temple, forcing him to take a step back.
He heard Yani's stunned gasp behind him. Shit! He'd told her to stay put! Fury took hold of Corbin's senses. He struck at Ezil, pouncing at lightning speed, simultaneously wrapping three of his dreads around the D'vlin's neck.
Too drugged up to use his mental abilities, Ezil's reflexes became sluggish.
Corbin swung his body like a club, using the momentum to slam the hapless D'vlin against the steel wall of the club.
The force shook the stage, and the loud, crunching, noise of Ezil's ribcage and backbone caused several patrons to look in their direction.
No one came to Ezil's aide. No one would. Ezil was one of the lowest scum on Azuri. The fact that a Dreg warrior dished out the beat down, dissuaded any attempt to interfere.
Ezil slid to the floor in a heap of pallid flesh and broken bones.
Corbin bent down. "Consider this an installment on that six-hundred Orzium."
He stood and turned to Yani, after slipping the pouch into his gun-belt. Her face was a mask of fretful shock. Corbin smiled wickedly.
"Now where were we?"
Yani stared at him, a little disturbed, "What was that all about?"
His muscles flexed as the adrenalin of the fight coursed through his veins. Since there was no more fighting, there was only one other way to calm a Dreg warrior. "He owed me on an old debt." His blatant lie did not feel right, but he shook it off. Her luscious scent piqued other emotions.
He rolled his eyes hungrily over Yani's succulent body. When he reached her face, her expression changed to lustful anticipation.
He smiled.
She trembled.
Holy Ver! Yani could barely contain her tumultuous excitement. She had just witnessed a Dreg warrior in action. The Elvin must have done something terrible to Corbin. She knew she should be mortified with his actions, yet exhilaration raced through her veins.
Yani knew Dreg warriors were loyal and honorable to those they protected. Surely, that Elvin had committed some type of crime against a member of Corbin's family. Why else would Corbin devastate the drug dealer? That was what the Elvin was. A vid-image of the Elvin constantly circulated throughout the Azurian capital as a most wanted felon.
Unease suddenly twisted in her belly.
What if Corbin is mated?
The thought worried her. The fact that it saddened her, made Yani even more anxious.
This was just a one-time thing.
You are going to be wed remember?
That thought down right depressed her.
"Yani? Are you alright? I am sorry you had to see what happened in the club. I-it was necessary. That Elvin was the worst kind of deviant."
She snapped her head up to look at him. His words sunk in slowly, pushing through her muddled thoughts, until they made sense. "On no, I understand completely ... I'm sure you had every right to avenge ... whatever he did to your family member or m-mate."
If she could kick herself in the ass, Yani would. Mate? She just asked him if he had a mate. Why would she care?
He looked stunned by her answer and she wanted to just melt down to the floor right there.
"I have no mate."
It was a flat statement. Strange she thought, he even sounded irritated by the prospect. She should be relieved, however the way his demeanor seemed to tense at the mention of a potential mate had her wondering.
She barely noticed they had stopped. Corbin pulled out an identification card and slid it through the slot on the door, unlocking it.
The door split open and they walked into the small room. It contained little more than a bed, a closet and a showering stall. Not what Yani was accustomed to, but for one night of hot Dreg sex, it would be paradise.
Flutters of arousal began to increase in Yani's belly. Corbin wasted no time in removing his skintight travel suit. He stood naked in front of her in seconds.
She stared at the muscular expanse of his back, following the sleek contour of his spine all the way down to a strange, circular, scar, just above his firm tight ass. She wondered briefly about the scar, before her eyes continued down his powerful legs, over perfectly formed calf muscles and large feet.
Her sisters had often joked that the size of a man's feet dictated how large his cock would be. The larger the feet, the bigger his penis, and Corbin had very big feet.
He turned around and her eyes fell to the area between his thighs instantly. Oh My Ver, it is true!
Corbin's massive semi-erect phallus hung between his legs. Yani's body warmed and her pussy tingled. She slowly trailed her eyes to Corbin's wickedly handsome face. The arrogant smirk let her know that he was well aware of the effect his nude form had on her.
He took a few steps and plopped himself on the bed. Crossing his legs at the ankles he leaned back against the pillows and placed is hands behind his head.
Then he winked at her. "Come on Yani, show me what you're hiding beneath that dress."
His voice sent shivers down the length of her body, straight to her toes. Corbin seemed so confident. She loved that in a man.
Yani let her sexuality guide her. She was no stranger to men's lusts and had had her share of partners. However, Corbin was her first Dreg lover, and much to her seemingly worldly experience about sex, she had a bit of worrisome apprehension in his presence.
Yani licked her lips. She reached around to the snap holding her halter dress in place and undid it. The neck of the dress fell to the tops of her breasts, but before she pulled it down to expose her tits to Corbin's heated stare, Yani turned her back to him.
She peeked over her shoulder, feigning innocence, making sure he still watched her. To her utter delight, not only was he staring ravenously at her, his big hand gripped that gluttonous cock and started stroking. Ver, it appeared double in size. Oh yes she could not wait to feel that thick length stretching her pulsing cunt walls.
Grabbing the sides of her dress, she slid it down her body. Once it bunched at her hips, Yani stood with her feet apart and rolled the rest of the dress down her long, smooth, legs. She made sure to bend forward, giving Corbin a nice view of her ass, and hairless pussy, from behind. A low rumbling growl was her reward.
Standing back up, she stepped out of the dress, pooled at her ankles and kicked off her heeled slippers. Yani turned to face Corbin. She placed her hands on her hips and smiled seductively.
"So do you like what you see? Or, should I put my dress back on?"
She purposely pouted, trying to look as demure as possible. Corbin licked his lips. His eyes feasted on her large, full, breasts. The heat in his stare intensified her arousal. Her nipples literally pulsed, hardening almost to the point of pain. She hoped Corbin would want to pinch them.
Suck them, bite them ... mmm.
Her mind went wild with images of Corbin's face planted on her tits, sucking and licking her nipples like a ravaged beast. Her pussy clenched and her juices dripped down her inner thighs.
Before she could climb up on the bed and crawl sexily toward him as she had planned, Corbin wrapped a muscled arm around her waist. He kneeled on the bed and yanked her against his hot, hard, body.
He spoke only one word,
"Mine."
Yani's breasts pressed against Corbin's powerful chest. His heated skin permeated through her, warming her from head to toe. She lifted her arms, stretching up to wrap them around his neck. Because of his much larger size, she had to straddle his thighs to get into a comfortable position.
Corbin's chest rumbled, and another low growl had Yani's lower belly tightening with numbing tingles.
The hard length of his cock pressed on her abdomen, reaching the valley of her breasts. Yani sighed contently, and slowly undulated, rubbing the thick, long, stalk with her eager body. She moaned softly, closing her eyes as her body became increasingly receptive to the throbbing sensation stimulating her vaginal walls.
Suddenly she felt Corbin's lips brush her own. Not needing any persuading, Yani opened her mouth and he took her invite. Sweet Zen Gods, the man could kiss. His tongue quickly found hers and they began to taste each other.
Yani kissed him slowly, savoring the moment. Then the passion swelled. Corbin tightened his arms around her.