Planet Mail (Ebook) Book 1

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Prologue
Somewhere in deep space
Earth year 2406
Hammersford Village, Planet Valhalla

“By Thor’s bones, how old is she?”
King Marcus Blood Axe stared in disbelief at the girl the village elders of Hammersford ushered into his tent.
One of the men stepped forward. “She is of age, Sire. She is eighteen.”
Marcus walked a slow circle around the woman. She wore nothing but a heavy gold chain around her neck. Her lips and nipples were rouged; black kohl edged her wide, scared eyes. He took her chin in his fingers and made her look at him.
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
She blinked and peered over Marcus’ shoulder at the group of men behind him. “I wish to help my village, Sire. I wish to bring favor to our region by bearing your child.” She sank to her knees and handed him an ancient gold goblet filled with thick crimson wine.
Marcus stared at her bowed head. Despite her beauty, his cock remained unimpressed. How was he supposed to bed her if he couldn’t even get hard? He’d grown weary of this endless game. At first, he’d enjoyed being offered the most beautiful of his people’s women but now, at thirty-five, he felt old, tired and jaded.
He turned and bowed to the anxious men behind him. He had no choice. Ritual demanded he play his part. The village was barely surviving on the edge of the Purple Desert. He had to give them hope. He drank deeply from the goblet of wine, wincing at the bitter aftertaste.
“I accept your gift and give you thanks for it. If this woman should bear my child, she and her village will be honored for all eternity.”
The ritual words sounded hollow on his tongue as the men bowed their way out of his tent. He gestured reluctantly to the woman who knelt at his feet.
“Please, get up.”
She stood, hands clasped together at her waist. Long brown hair curled to her hips and her head was adorned with a wreath of flowers. Marcus sat down and finished off the wine. He patted his knee. By Odin, he might as well get it over with. “Would you like to sit here?”
She nodded and came toward him, her breasts bounced as she walked. She balanced easily on his muscled thigh, one small, hot hand braced on his naked shoulder. He smoothed his hand down her back and she trembled like a frightened mare. Outside, the wind gathered speed, making the leather and silk hangings of the tent shudder and shake like a live animal.
“What is your name?”
“It is Lillian, Sire.”
A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Despite her age, he found it difficult to think of her as a woman. He understood why the village offered him their most prized possessions, their desire to enjoy the king’s favor was reasonable. As rulers of the planet, his family held the ancient right to mate with any offered female and marry them if they proved fertile. Some of his ancestors had many wives. In more recent times, as fertile women proved elusive, they had difficulty in finding even one.
Lillian stared over his shoulder, her face a bland mask. He’d never really thought about how the women who were chosen to be bedded by the king felt about it. In his younger days he’d been too busy enjoying them to care.
Marcus licked his lips as his vision wavered. Lillian watched him through lowered eyelashes. A surge of heat settled in his belly and spread to his loins. Had the elders added an aphrodisiac to the cup? Did they believe the rumors that their king was impotent?
His cock hardened against her thigh. He barely resisted the impulse to rub himself against her. He slid his fingers into her hair.
“What was in the wine?”
“Only herbs to heighten your enjoyment, Sire, nothing more.” He stared at her trembling mouth, wondered how his cock would feel as he thrust inside it. After a deep shuddering breath, which did nothing to calm the racing of his heart, he lifted her off his lap and set her away from him.
“Go, little one, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She fell to her knees and pressed her face to his thigh. “Please take me, I can’t stand the shame if you leave me untouched. I’d rather face your anger if I fail to give you a child.”
Marcus ripped open his loincloth and wrapped his fist around his cock. He squeezed hard, trying to restrain the raging desire to fuck her hard and fast. “What are you saying? Do you think I am a monster?”
“Everyone knows that you kill any woman who doesn’t conceive your child.” Lillian was crying so hard now that it was difficult for Marcus to make out her words. His gaze fell to her breasts which quivered with the force of her sobs. He sat back in his chair and pushed her away with his foot.
“I’m no monster. Leave me in peace.” He desperately needed to attend to his cock before he came like an inexperienced boy.
Lillian got up and stood over him. Her tears had miraculously ceased. Her face was set. She placed her hands on the arms of his chair. The scent of her desperation and fear surrounded him.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Marcus’ head fell back as she scrambled onto his lap, trapping him in the chair. She knelt over him and grabbed his cock. He could do nothing but groan as his body lost touch with reality and felt only the burning need to fornicate like a wild animal. He started to come as soon as she tried to lower herself down on him. His last thought as he lost consciousness was rage at being outwitted by a frightened woman and deep relief that he’d finally been allowed to spend his seed.