7. Thrax

7

THRAX

T hrax wondered if the fucking chemicals in the air—which Andi said smelled like sweet and sour chicken—were really going to make him submissive.

Don't you mean more submissive? whispered a little voice in his head.

Thrax shoved it away. He wasn't submissive, no matter what had happened to him all those years ago. That had been a survival situation—he'd done what he had to do in order to stay alive. Any male in his position would have done the same—he was sure of it.

"You're such a good boy," purred a voice in his head—a voice from his memories. "I've never seen a male so eager to taste my pussy! Does it make you hot, going down on me? Do you love to taste your Mistress?"

Thrax pushed the memory away with an effort. It didn't matter what had happened in the past, he wasn't submissive. And he was willing to bet that none of the other males on this fucked up planet were either. The "Fume" probably just made them that way—not that it was going to work on him. He didn't feel a bit different—and he certainly didn't appreciate being treated like he was less mentally competent just because he was male!

They made their way down several long white bridges that connected the different floating platforms. Everywhere they went, Thrax saw male-wives walking two steps behind their females. Some had the same dopey look of love and trusting submission on their faces as Rux, who was walking beside him. But Thrax thought he saw a few who looked less than content in their subservient roles. That was, if their facial expressions meant anything.

All of them were wearing the same elaborate eye make-up that he was, though. He'd snatched a glance in the small mirror attached to the make-up kit that Kat had given them and thought that he looked bizarre. But here on a planet where all the males had elaborately made-up eyes, he supposed he would look strange without it. He had the urge to rub his eyes and had to remind himself he couldn't do that. Gods, how did the females back on Earth stand this?

Before he could answer that particular question, they came to a vast floating platform even larger than the one he'd landed the shuttle on. The enormous white, floating disk was the home of a mansion that was made of gigantic white spheres all piled on top of each other in a haphazard fashion.

"Like a huge bowl of ice cream," he heard Andi murmur to herself, and had to agree. That was what the mansion looked like—he ought to know since the Earth dessert was one of his favorite foods.

The sphere in the front of the mansion had a rounded doorway which Shanna led them to at once. She rapped twice on the convex white surface and Thrax was half surprised when her fist didn't come away covered in white cream.

The door was opened by a male servant wearing a frilly apron-like outfit and extremely short shorts which showed off long, muscular legs.

"Ah, Queen Shannabatch Keenasdaughter," he said, nodding respectfully at Shanna. "How nice to see you again."

"Hello, Yarks," Shanna said, nodding and smiling at the servant. "How's the party so far?"

"Quite lively! Queen Pantyitch has promised to tell the story of the time she was threatened by the slurg," the servant said. "And how she subjugated it to her will with the use of a pain whip."

"Oh, I love that story!" Shanna exclaimed. "Quick—announce us so we can mingle and I can introduce our new friends." She nodded at Andi and Thrax.

"Very well. Do they have an invitation?" he asked.

Andi produced the stiff parchment covered in golden script and showed it to him. The servant studied it for a moment and then nodded.

"Yes, everything is in order. Come in and I'll announce you."

The four of them entered the ice-cream scoop mansion, which looked even bigger on the inside. The walls were all rounded, Thrax noticed with interest. Everything was all curves and no corners.

The entryway led into an extremely large living area scattered with furniture which seemed to be made for lounging. In fact, he noticed many of the males sitting around with their "Queens" sitting on top of them, almost like they were part of the furniture themselves.

In the center of the room was a kind of small stage—only big enough for two or three people—with three steps leading up to it. The male servant went to stand beside it and Thrax heard Shanna whisper to Andi,

"All right now—just watch how Rux and I do it."

Then the servant cleared his throat and announced,

"Queen Shannabatch Keenasdaughter and her male-wife, Rux!"

As he spoke, both Shanna and her male climbed onto the stage. As all eyes turned in their direction, Rux knelt before his mate. From his pocket he produced the same kind of jewelry that Kat had given them.

Reaching up, he unbuttoned Shanna's top and spread it wide, bearing her breasts. Thrax watched with interest—he liked breasts as much as the next male. He expected to see Rux put the tiny golden cuffs with their long, dangling golden threads on his mate's tight nipples.

And that did seem to be what Rux intended to do. First, however, he leaned forward and captured one of Shanna's nipples in his mouth. He sucked long and hard while she moaned softly and ran her hands through his thick, curly hair. It wasn't until he released her tight peak that he put the golden cuff on it.

He repeated the process with the other breast and Thrax felt helpless not to watch. But he couldn't help also shooting a glance at Andi. What did she think of all this? She'd been fine with him handling her breasts, but what would she think if he had to suck her nipples too?

Just the thought of taking those ripe peaks between his lips made Thrax hard. He'd fantasized such scenarios about his partner before—though he felt guilty doing it. But Andi was just so fucking gorgeous it was hard not to think of her that way sometimes and as long as he kept things professional when they were together, what was the harm?

The harm is you falling for your partner and making a fool of yourself, he told himself harshly. How many times has she said that she's through with males completely? And who could blame her after the way that asshole of an ex-mate treated her!

His thoughts were drawn back to the present as he realized that Rux had finished putting the second golden cuff on his Queen's other nipple and now he was buttoning her blouse back up. As the two of them descended the stage, Shanna whispered to Andi,

"See? Nothing to it."

Thrax realized it was their turn to do the bizarre little ritual and he still didn't know how his partner felt about it. Ducking his head, he met her eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Andi nodded—a short, sharp jerk of her head. She didn't look particularly comfortable, but she wasn't "freaked out" either—as the humans said. Thrax had been working with her long enough to know what the nod meant—"Do what you have to."

He nodded back and the two of them climbed the platform.

Andi stood in the middle and Thrax dropped to his knees before her. Even with him kneeling, they were still almost eye-to-eye.

His cock felt heavy and hard between his thighs as he unbuttoned her blouse and spread it wide to bare her full, luscious breasts. Her areolas were wide, dark bands and her nipples were already tight—their rosy tips pointing straight at him thanks to the float dots Kat had given her to wear. They looked incredibly sensitive.

Thrax sucked in a breath as his eyes roved hungrily over his partner's body. Gods, he'd dreamed of this so often! Now that it was really happening, he didn't just want to play a part—he truly wanted to give her pleasure.

"My Queen," he murmured, meeting Andi's eyes. "Allow me to pleasure you."

"Oh, uh…" Andi seemed flustered by his words—her cheeks turned bright pink, a sure sign of embarrassment. "Of course, Thrax," she answered at last. "You, er, have my permission to do that. To, uh, pleasure me."

"Thank you, my Queen." Leaning forward, Thrax swirled the tip of his tongue around one tight peak for a moment before sucking it.

He sucked lightly at first…and then he heard Andi give a breathless moan and his instincts kicked in, making him draw as much of her breast as he could into his mouth. He was sucking much harder now and Andi seemed to be enjoying it—at least, if the way she was running her hands over his horns was any indication.

Thrax loved to feel her pulling on his horns as he sucked—he loved it when a woman guided him and showed him exactly what she wanted and where she needed him…

"That's right, my beautiful boy," purred a soft voice in his head. "Let Mistress guide you…just follow my lead and I'll show you exactly how to make me feel good…"

Thrax pushed the memory away and finally made himself release Andi's right nipple. When he withdrew his mouth, he saw that it was much darker than it had been and the tip looked achingly sensitive.

"Oh…what…?" Andi looked confused for a moment—her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils told Thrax that she'd been enjoying herself almost as much as he had.

"Have to put the jewelry on now, my Queen," he murmured.

Withdrawing the golden breasts jewelry from the pocket of his kilt, he carefully opened one of the tiny golden cuffs and then closed it again around the stem of the nipple he'd just sucked. He made certain the long golden threads were hanging down from her tight peak and then turned his attention to her other breast.

This time Andi was ready for him. She surprised Thrax by gripping one of his horns and pulling him forward, as though she couldn't wait to have his mouth on her again.

The dominant, possessive gesture sent a surge of heat straight to his groin. Thrax nearly groaned as his cock jerked in response and he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.

"Oh!" Andi gasped and then she was tugging at his horns again and running her hands through his hair too.

Thrax looked up, meeting her eyes as he sucked. He felt like he'd fallen asleep and woken up in the middle of one of his favorite fantasies. Gods, her skin was so soft and he loved the taste of her—salty and sweet and delicious. He only wished it was her pussy he was tasting instead—he would have loved to lick her open to taste her juices while she moaned his name…

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted his fantasy. Cutting his eyes to the left, Thrax saw another couple standing beside the mini-stage with the male servant beside them. Clearly he was waiting to announce them.

Reluctantly, Thrax allowed his partner's nipple to slip from his lips. Andi was panting by now and she looked down at him with drugged eyes.

"Thrax," she murmured. "That was…you…You didn't have to…"

"Yes, my Queen," he murmured, since she didn't seem to be able to finish the thought.

Quickly he placed the second golden cuff and then re-buttoned her blouse. The golden tassels hanging down from her tight pink tips were clearly visible through the see-through material.

Thrax's cock surged again as he watched her breasts sway when he helped her down from the stage. Gods, she was fucking gorgeous! He knew he'd never get a chance to touch and taste her again like that, but he was definitely going to be jerking off to the memory for the rest of his natural life.

He just hoped Andi wasn't too upset about what he'd done.