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  “Gods,” he murmured again, looking down at her. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “Helping you.” Gisella stroked him again and looked up to meet his dark eyes so full of need. “Do you wish me to stop?” Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the crown of his cock. The shaft she was holding jumped in her hand in response to the gentle touch and when she pulled back she could taste the salty, slightly bitter flavor of his pre-cum coating her lips. She licked them thoughtfully, deciding that she liked the taste and looked up again to see him watching her.

  “I’d be a fool if I asked you to stop,” he muttered hoarsely. “But I confess, your willingness to take me into your mouth to ease my pain surprises me.”

  “Almost as much as it surprises me,” Gisella said too low for him to hear. But she was committed now and she wanted to carry the act through. She leaned forward again, this time daring to take the entire plum-shaped head of his cock into her mouth. She wasn’t sure how much more she could fit, but the head at least she could manage, and she enjoyed sucking it and exploring the slippery slit at the top with the tip of her small pink tongue.

  The prisoner groaned again and pressed gently into her mouth. Gisella allowed this, opening her lips wide to accommodate one or two thick inches of his shaft. Soon he was fucking gently but urgently between her lips as she sucked and lapped to get more of his salty pre-cum. As he stroked into her mouth, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, letting her know how much he loved the feel of her soft lips and sweet tongue against his shaft.

  “You’re beautiful down on your knees like that,” he whispered as Gisella worked to get more of his cock down her willing throat. “Just watching you makes me want to break these chains and join you. I want to bury my face between your long legs. Want to push aside those tiny silk panties you have on and eat your sweet cunt until you moan and gasp. I want to press my tongue deep inside your pussy and feel you tremble as you come for me.”

  “My lord,” Gisella murmured at last, withdrawing for a moment from his throbbing erection. “You make me blush with such talk. I do not even know you.”

  “And yet you are kind enough to bring me relief, if only for a moment,” he rumbled.

  “I have brought you no relief as yet,” Gisella said, eyeing his still-hard cock.

  “But you have brought me right to the brink,” he told her. “Best you should finish me with your hands. If you take me in your mouth again I won’t be able to hold back.”

  “You mean you would…would come in my mouth?” Gisella blushed as she spoke. It was another act she had only witnessed and never expected to perform. And yet she found herself strangely intrigued at the idea. Did she want to take the prisoner’s cock in her mouth and feel his thick cock pulse against her tongue as he spurted hot cum down her throat?

  “I would not ask it of you,” the prisoner said but every muscle in his big body was tense with the need for release. “What you have already done is a greater kindness than any of your predecessors have shown me.”

  Gisella thought of asking what predecessors he was talking about but again, she felt he needed action more than her words. She looked up into the dark, bitter eyes of the prisoner and lapped gently at the flaring head of his cock once more.

  “You need not ask it of me,” she murmured. “It pleases me to give you relief.” Bending her head once more, she took the plum-shaped head and as much of his shaft as she could between her lips and began licking and sucking in a way that left no doubt as to her intention.

  “Gods!” He threw back his head, his hips bucking, and she felt a surge of pure power that seemed to jump between them. And then he was coming, coming in hard, salty spurts down her willing throat as Gisella pressed forward and urged him to let go.

  She found that his cum was hot and thick and utterly delicious. The dark spicy scent of him seemed to impregnate his essence, making it no chore at all to swallow the hot jets that pumped at the back of her throat. She was vaguely surprised to find herself

  not the least disgusted by her own eagerness to drink all he had to give. Indeed, she was more aroused than ever with her nipples throbbing against the thin silk blouse and her pussy swollen and hot with need.

  At last he stopped coming and Gisella pulled away reluctantly, licking the corners of her mouth like a cat trying to get the last traces of cream. To her surprise, however, the rock-solid cock between his thighs didn’t go down a single bit. In fact, if anything it seemed harder and more painfully erect than ever.

  “Why…why are you not satisfied?” She looked from the pulsing shaft, up to the prisoner anxiously. “I am sorry, my lord, I did the best I could for you.”

  He shook his head and closed his eyes tightly for a moment. When he opened them, they were filled with a torment like nothing Gisella had ever seen before.

  “It’s not your fault, little one,” he said with surprising gentleness. “You did everything you could and much more than any of the other hapless girls my servants have dumped down here.”

  “The other girls?” Gisella scrambled to her feet and frowned at him. “But then…so you are the master here that they spoke of.” She was not surprised to hear it. Though bound and naked, the immense man had an air of nobility about him that could not be denied.

  He nodded wearily. “I am.”

  “But why are you chained like a prisoner? And what of the beast you talked of earlier?” Now that she had given him a release, Gisella found her curiosity was powerfully aroused.

  He sighed and she had the feeling he would have rubbed his eyes or ran a hand through his hair in frustration if only his hands had been free.

  “I am both the master and the prisoner. As I told you earlier, I am under a curse. And so I am also the beast.”

  Chapter Three

  The Curse

  “You are the beast?” Gisella looked at him blankly, thinking there must be some mistake. “You look human enough to me, my lord.”

  “You may call me Tristan, little one.” He sighed. “Not that you will have long to call me that.”

  Gisella felt a cool finger of fear tickle the back of her neck at his forbidding tone but she was determined not to show it.

  “If I may call you Tristan then you may call me Gisella,” she said briskly. Looking around in the dusty shadows, she found a rickety, three-legged wooden stool and pulled it up close so that she could look up at him when he spoke. “And now, begin at the beginning, if you please. Tell me about the curse. How did it come about? And how may it be broken?”

  “It cannot be broken.” There was sorrow and pain in his deep voice. “Or at least, not by any who have come before to try. But I will tell you how it came about.”

  “Please do.” Gisella leaned forward, her elbows on her knees and looked up at him curiously, eager to hear the tale.

  “I am the rightful ruler of Rigel Nine,” began the prisoner who she now thought of as Tristan. “Five years ago after the untimely death of my parents I ascended the throne and began to look for a bride to rule at my side. I was determined to find someone with courage and integrity as well as beauty so my search was long. One day a beautiful golden ship landed at our spaceport and the woman who piloted it asked for an audience with me.” He sighed and shook his head. “Many times since I’ve wished I had refused her but I was curious so I granted it. But then, I’m sure she would have found some way to get to me no matter what.”

  “Who was she, this strange woman?” Gisella found herself wholly caught up in the tale that was beginning to sound like one of the fairy stories her mother had read her before bedtime years ago when she was a girl.

  “She was a sorceress from the Therran system. They have it in them to bend reality in strange and terrible ways—ways you could not begin to imagine. You may scoff if you like—I know I scoffed when she told me,” Tristan continued. “No one believes in witches and curses and magic anymore. I didn’t believe myself until it was too late.”