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“I am going to shower.”

Her eyes flicked open and she blushed a deep fiery red.

“Tell me, no one saw us.”

“My lady, my head was between your thighs, what do you think I could see apart from your swollen wet pussy?”

He climbed off the bench and frowned down at her. Was she embarrassed by his attentions? He’d been the one trying to stop, not her. Her gaze fell to his shorts and she licked her lips. He stepped back. If she touched him now he’d explode like an inexperienced boy. He took a deep breath.

“I am going to shower.”

He walked off toward the changing rooms, one hand cupped carefully around his engorged cock. He let out his breath as the door swung shut behind him and headed to the shower. While the water heated, he returned to the locker room for a towel and the dubious pleasure of trying to remove his skin-tight shorts without making himself come.

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He started to pull them down, wincing as the dripping crown of his cock was revealed in all its swollen purple glory. The door opened and he froze, hand over his partially uncovered cock.

“I can help you with that.”

He found himself unable to move as Thea came in and went down on her knees in front of him. She touched his thigh and he shuddered.

“You keep walking away from me, Sven. Why do you do that?”

Her fingers trailed up his thigh and feathered over the bulging fabric of his groin.

He caught her hand and bit back a groan as she deliberately squeezed his shaft. She had no idea how much her touch affected him. The continual war within him that yearned for her mouth, for her fingers and the delicate lick of her tongue, yet feared them at the same time. He cleared his throat.

“We are at work?”

“That’s my line. Try again.”

She pushed his hands away and tugged at the waistband of his shorts. His breath hissed out as she caressed the very tip of his cock.

“You are like the queen,” he said hoarsely. “You keep changing your mind about what you want.”

She looked up at him, her fingers trapped between his shorts and thick shaft. “A woman is entitled to change her mind if she wants to.” She touched the slit of his cock, probed it with her fingernail. “And, quite frankly, having seen this, I believe I
have
to change my mind, take you into my mouth and suck you hard.” She pulled roughly at his shorts until they slid off his ass. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Sven shook his head. Speech required intelligence and all the blood in his brain had deserted to his cock. He stifled a groan as her lips closed around his crown. He couldn’t stop himself burying one of his hands in her hair, just in case she had any thought of escaping him again. She hummed an approving sound through her nose as her mouth slid lower and lower.

With one desperate tug of his hand, his shorts slid down to his knees. She cupped his balls drawing them tight and high against the base of his shaft. His hand fisted as she began to suck him, the lush sounds and her small noises of enjoyment made him even bigger. He cradled the back of her head in his outstretched fingers, amazed that she was willing to take him so deep and not gag. His hips moved to the rhythm set by her mouth and he gave himself up to the ecstasy of her touch.

“Hard, my lady, I like it hard.”

He couldn’t stop the plea rising from his lips. He couldn’t deny the desire to tell her what he craved, what he needed, what she seemed to understand already. She stopped sucking and he held his breath. Had he destroyed the moment? Did she think he was a deviant? He tensed as she looked up at him.

“It’s okay, Sven, I like it hard too.”

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His breath hissed out as she demonstrated what she meant with her teeth, rougher than the queen had ever been, more demanding than any woman he could remember.

“Thea, I need to come.” He tugged on her hair when she didn’t answer him. “If you don’t want my seed, tell me now.”

In response, she sucked harder, her teeth grazing his shaft with every long stroke.

He forgot the need for caution and pushed into her willing mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every other thrust. He only just remembered not to shout his excitement out to the world as he climaxed and felt his hot seed spurt down her throat.

When he regained enough breath, Sven looked down. He was trembling like a girl.

Thea held his cock in one hand as she licked him clean. Her small tongue darted into every crevice. He cursed as he felt himself twitch and grow again. The queen was the last woman who had touched him like this, made something he’d began to avoid into something pleasurable again. But not like Thea, not this overwhelming sense of rough, sensual satisfaction. His wife hadn’t liked to take him in her mouth at all. She’d complained he was too big, but then, she’d been a small woman…

Sven released his grip on Thea’s hair and carefully stepped back, letting his cock slide between her fingers. He went down on one knee.

“Thank you, my lady. You do me great honor by accepting my seed.”

Thea stood up. Sven had gone all formal on her again. She had the strangest feeling that he was dying to get away from her. Had she committed some unspeakable crime against a Valhallan male by touching him?

“You make everything sound so official.”

He looked up at her, his naked body gleaming with sweat. God he was beautiful.

Muscles in all the right places and the biggest cock she had ever had the pleasure of taking into her mouth. He frowned.

“I am serious. You gave me great honor.”

She shrugged, uncomfortable with the intent look in his eyes. “I gave you a blowjob. Okay, it was a great blowjob but that’s all it was.”

He got slowly to his feet, his large frame towering over her and folded his arms over his massive chest. She wanted to lick the beads of sweat from his perfect abs.

“So you would do that for any man?”

“Of course not!”

He stepped closer until his toes touched hers. “Then accept my thanks.”

“I haven’t thanked you for making me come, why should you thank me?”

“I do not need your thanks. It is my responsibility, as a male, to bring you to your pleasure. I do not expect anything in return.”

“Yeah, right.”

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He scowled. “I do not understand that expression. It sounds as if you are agreeing with me, yet I sense it means the opposite.”

“Don’t they have sarcasm on Valhalla?”

She glared right back at him, deliberately pushing her breasts against his lightly haired chest. Her nipples hardened instantly and she bit back a moan. He breathed out, making the situation worse.

“Thea, I am trying to behave like an honorable man.”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“On my planet, a male only mates fully with his wife.”

Thea smiled. “You’re kidding, right? Are you trying to tell me that you go into marriage as a virgin? Because I have to say, Sven, that you didn’t seem very virginal when you used your mouth on me.”

He ran a hand through his thick auburn hair. “No, you misunderstand me. There are very few women on Valhalla. All males are expected to learn how to please a woman in all ways.”

“Are you serious?” Hastily, Thea blinked away a whole series of salacious images that flashed through her mind. “But what happens if you don’t find a mate? Don’t you ever get to have sex?”

He dropped his gaze to her breasts and sighed.

“Thea…I have to shower.”

He turned away to remove his shorts, displaying his tight muscled ass. As she watched him struggle to kick off the tight fabric, a pulse throbbed incessantly between her legs.

“Sven, tell me the truth. You have had sex, haven’t you?”

“Only with one woman.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

He threw his shorts to the ground, grabbed a towel and walked out on her.

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“Sven, is something wrong?”

Sven looked over his shoulder to where Douglass the queen lounged on the bed feeding her son. The king sat behind her, his fond gaze on his child and his wife. It was after eleven at night and Harlan and Bron were in the gym working out. In Sven’s present state, the intimate picture the king and queen presented was almost too much to bear.

He forced a smile. “There is nothing wrong, My Queen. I am simply thinking about our trip home.”

Douglass sighed. “I’m so looking forward to going back. I can’t wait to start all my new programs for women.”

Sven met Marcus’ bland gaze and looked swiftly away. The king cleared his throat.

“I am sure the women of Valhalla will be delighted to see you, my love.”

Douglass frowned up at the king. “I know you think most of my ideas are nuts, but at least let me try to convince your women that they don’t have to be fought over by idiot males or live like brood mares.”

“I ‘m not stopping you, am I?” The king kissed the top of her head. “And I believe we were trying to talk about what ailed Sven rather than start yet another spirited discussion about the wrongs done to Valhalla’s females.”

“Yes, Sven. What is it? You don’t seem to be at all happy. Are you homesick?”

Sven sighed. The queen was tenacious when roused. “I miss Valhalla and aye, I’m looking forward to going home.”

“But that’s not the problem, right?” Douglass handed the baby to the king who winked at Sven, draped his son over his shoulder and started rubbing his back.

Sven stared at them. What could he say? That he lusted after another woman so badly that his cock was permanently hard and his dreams filled with images of her under him being fucked in every position possible? He cleared his throat.

“Sometimes I find it difficult to understand the mating rituals of your planet, My Queen.”

Douglass crossed her legs and sat up. “There is a woman you are interested in?”

She snapped her fingers in the king’s direction. “See? I told you he was in love.”

“No, I’m in lust.” Sven shot to his feet and bowed. “I wish to bed this female and yet, in my heart I know it would be wrong.”

Marcus swung around to stare at Sven.

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“My wife tells me that it’s not considered wrong to make love to a woman you are not married to on Earth.”

Sven glowered at the king. “And you think that makes it right?”

“That is not what I said. I merely suggested that women here don’t expect a marriage ring before they take a lover. Remember there are more women on Earth than men. Most people prefer to try out several lovers before choosing the one they wish to mate with.”

“And because we happen to be stuck here, you are suggesting I ignore the values I was brought up with and fuck as many women as I like?”

Douglass slid off the bed and came to stand in front of Sven, her eyes blazing. She poked him hard in the chest.

“Don’t talk to your king like that. Of course Marcus is not suggesting you go out and fuck anything female. He’s merely trying to tell you that if there is a woman here who you think you might come to care for, take the opportunity to get to know her and, if she offers to take you to bed, do it!”

Sven took a step back and bowed his head. “But what about you? I meant no offence. I am one of your pleasure servers. How can I serve you and yet desire another?”

The queen’s gaze softened and she touched his cheek. “If you can find a meaningful sexual relationship with a woman you love, go for it. How could I deny you something I have myself?”

Marcus came up and put his hand on the queen’s shoulder. “Douglass is right.

Neither of us would wish to deprive you of the joy of a true mate.”

Sven looked helplessly into the king’s eyes. “But what if I want her to be my true mate and she refuses me?”

Marcus laughed. “Worry about that when you get there.”

Sven wristband beeped and he checked the message. “I have to go. There is a security alert on the perimeter wall. I will consider everything you have told me.”

Marcus handed Sven the baby. “Give my son to his nurse for a nap. All this talk about mating has made me eager for the queen.” He winked at his wife. “I did tell you that I wanted at least ten children, didn’t I?”

Sven exited as swiftly as he could before he heard the queen’s indignant reply. He handed the prince over to his nurse and made his way swiftly into the palace gardens.

His security system showed a lone figure moving steadily toward the house from the direction of the apple orchards.

He paused to listen by the high orchard wall, aware that if he kept going he was on a collision course with the intruder. This was one of the weak spots in the security system he had been discussing with Matt on the previous day. He tensed as a figure appeared at the exit to the orchard. In the moonlight he could only see the shadow of the man’s face and the glint of the high powered camera attached to his right hand.

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Sven stepped behind the guy and brought his arm around his neck.

“Do not resist and you will be fine.” He grunted as the man tried to kick him and simply tightened his grip. “You are trespassing on Valhallan property.”

“Get your filthy hands off me!”

Sven chuckled as he turned the man around to face him.

“My hands are clean but I am quite happy to stain them with your blood.”

“Christ, you’re huge.”

The guy’s mouth opened as his gaze traveled up the length of Sven’s body to his face.

“I am also angry. I do not like my king and queen’s peace to be disturbed.”

He pushed the reporter back against the wall and searched him for weapons.

“I’m Mick Jarvis, reporter with the
Daily Scream
, the best entertainment show on the holo-tube.”

Sven extracted an expensive communication device from Jarvis’ pocket.

“I do not watch entertainment. I prefer to make my own.”

“But you’re from Valhalla, right? You’re one of the hunky bodyguards. Can’t you just give me five minutes of your time to tell our watchers what it’s really like inside that sex-mad kingdom? I hear your queen likes a bit of variety in her sex life.”