Tabitha Bradley - Enticed

Dahren Trask grinned. "Hell yes."

"I'll let Brodie know you're – ahem – coming," Tanek said as Admiral Trask made his way to the exit.

Tanek put out his cigar in an ashtray and set his glass down on the bar. Then he headed back towards the corridor, to find Alena.

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She wasn't there but Tanek hadn't really expected her to hang around. He cast about lightly with his psionics, locating her unique psychic signature in one of the antechambers nearby. Annoyed that she'd found someone else already, Tanek headed off in her direction.

Several smaller hallways lead off from the central area, to the antechambers, which were private sitting rooms designed for quiet talks, brandy and cigars or small meetings. They were, of course, primarily used for sexual assignations during formal events like the State Ball.

Tanek knew them well. He quickly made his way through the labyrinth of corridors to the 'Sardonyx Room'. Stepping silently through the dark wood paneled door, he paused in the dim alcove that provided the entrance way and gazed into the room.

Several people were in here, the light was ruddy and low, provided only by rust colored sconces in the top corners of the room. He could see two men and three women. A gorgeous redhead was bent over the solid rusty brown sardonyx conference table, her hands bound behind her back by what looked like the sleeves of her emerald green gown. The gown was shoved up over her ample hips and down around her waist, baring her soft, round breasts and smooth ass to the large dark haired man who was reaming her from behind, one hand on the center of her back, pressing her down into the table, the other on her hip, holding her in place as he fucked her. She moaned with each thrust, her body shuddering as she squirmed under him.

The second woman was also bound by scraps torn from her sapphire gown, on her knees in front of a younger man with lighter hair, clad in the charcoal grey of the non commissioned ranks. He had his hands wound in her bright blonde hair as she sucked his cock, groaning with pleasure as she did so. The third woman, her dark hair falling over her bare shoulders, was on her hands and knees behind the blonde, her face in the blond woman's pussy, licking and sucking her as she moaned. Her hand was in her own pussy, plunging in and out hard and fast.

Tanek groaned softly, watching. He was getting hard and he wondered if the dark haired woman was Alena. He looked at her. No, he didn't think her breasts were large enough.

He heard a soft gasp very close by.

Looking, he saw Alena.

She was hidden in the shadows near the alcove he stood in, watching this scene as well, from behind a large figurine. She was leaning heavily on the wall, peeking out between the figurine's crooked elbow and the paneling. One hand was inside her bodice, massaging her breast, and the other was pressing against the front of her gown, rubbing between her legs. Tanek grinned evilly and stepped over to her, his movement silent on the carpeted floor. Coming up behind her, he leaned down and began nuzzling her neck, at the same time, wrapping his arms around her waist. She stiffened immediately but made no noise.

Tanek sucked on her earlobe, then whispered, "Come with me."

Alena let him pull her back, through the door, silently, and into the hallway outside. The door closed and he pushed her up against the wall, kissing her. She moaned and kissed him back, at the same time pushing at him as though she wanted him to let her go.

He grabbed her hands and held them at her sides. 'Am I going to have to tie you up, like those women in there?' he 'pathed at her sharply.

His tongue plunged in and out of her mouth aggressively and she kissed him back with equal hostility. Her mental silence made him chuckle even as he pillaged her mouth with his. 'I think you want me to.'

Groaning, Alena yanked her mouth away from his. "That's the only way you'll fuck me, you bastard," she growled.

Tanek grinned. "Excellent. I enjoy a challenge."

He yanked her to him and dragging her along, shoved her through the doorway to the nearest room. The door slammed behind them.

Alena tore herself away from him and backed up. She glared at him as he stood there, arrogantly casual, sizing her up.

Alena was not a weakling, by any means. She certainly wasn't going to let anyone take advantage of her if she didn't want them to.

She sized Tanek up at the same time. He was much better looking than Darion Tarrant and even though she didn't like him, she'd fucked him for fun. Tanek was her age, arrogant, noble and full of himself. But he was athletic, virile and very sexy. Arrogance turned her on big time, which was why she had fucked Tarrant and Philo Brodie and several other bastards on the council. Tanek was grinning at her, just aching to get his hands on her. She knew what he wanted and how he wanted it.

In order for her to have the most fun with him, she was going to have to let him take her. She smiled to herself.

Good, she wanted a workout.

"I don't think you can handle me, Janassi," she said in a deliberately mocking voice.

Tanek's eyes narrowed just a bit. "Are you challenging me?" he said evenly.

He wasn't sure if she was taunting him or if she really did want to fight rather than fuck. Her skill with a sword was legendary and he'd heard she was also very good in hand to hand combat. She wouldn't let him take her if she didn't want him to. However, he wasn't going to let some girl beat him in a fight. Even if she was good. He was just as good as she was with a sword and he didn't mind a struggle.

It would be more fun to rip that dress off her, anyway.

Alena grinned at his hesitation. "Yes."

Tanek snorted and came closer to her. He reached out and ran a finger over the exposed skin above the neckline of her gown. He felt her shiver and looked into her face. She was slightly flushed and her breathing was quickening. Her emerald eyes were glittering and dark with what could only be repressed lust. He could smell the unmistakable musky scent of female excitement mixed with the opiate of her spicy perfume and the warmth of her hair and skin. She wanted him, it was clear.

"You like it rough, Alena?" he purred, running his hands over her breasts and down to her waist. She looked at him with a thin, mocking smile on her full, dark red lips.

"I doubt you can come close to what I like, Janassi," she said derisively.

Tanek's eyes narrowed. He grabbed her by the chin and slammed his mouth down on hers, kissing her severely. She gasped and shoved him away from her.

He snarled and grabbed her, throwing her down on the parlor's couch, coming down on top of her. She growled, connecting her palm with the side of his face.

They struggled together as he tore at the top of her gown and she brought her knee up between his legs, solidly but at the same time careful not to cause any lasting hurt.

He grunted, snarling, coming down on her mouth again, pressing his hands into her forearms, pinning her to the sofa.

Alena moaned, struggling, arcing her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as he kissed her possessively. Parting her legs forcefully with his knee, he slid between them and began grinding his hips against hers. She responded by thrusting against him, moaning.

He moved a hand from her arm to her breast and, pulling down the silk that barely covered it, cupped it in his hand and began to squeeze it, pulling and twisting her nipple. She gasped, which then turned into a deep, lasting groan of intense pleasure, writhing under him. With a wicked grin, he left her lips and took her stiffened, erect nipple into his mouth, sucking it, then nipping it sharply. Alena cried out, arching her back even more, pushing her breast into his mouth. He laughed deeply, the sound vibrating against her skin. Yanking down the rest of her bodice, exposing her second full, round breast, Tanek moved to that one, nipping and sucking her nipples and the tender skin around them, twisting and teasing the nipple he wasn't biting and relishing the sounds that he was able to get Alena to make. She seemed to have forgotten about fighting with him entirely, as she squirmed and undulated beneath him.