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Red Passion Part III

Red Passion Part III

The perfect sex pet.
Red Passion took a deep breath when Emily let her coat slip to the floor. She wore a grey tunic with long belled sleeves that had a plunging neckline, exposing the swells of her full breasts. She pulled the tunic off and slid her pants down her lush thighs after kicking off her boots.

He didn’t understand why she bowed her head and clutched at her fingers. The tiny bustier she wore pushed her breasts up, making them look like big round globes that would overflow his hands. He could see the jut of her nipples pressing against the black satin of the fabric covering her beautiful breasts.

“Im beautiful Sheknia.”

Her eyes met his, and then she slipped the bustier off, baring herself to his hungry eyes. Red’s mouth watered. He wanted to suck those pink, pebbled nipples.

“Im Sheknia,” he growled.

She walked to him, her lips parted to show a hint of teeth. He pressed his face against her belly and kissed her there. His hands cupped her ass to press her tighter against his face, wanting to impregnate himself with her scent. Red ran his tongue from her belly button to the apex of her thighs. She shivered and moaned, her fingers delving into his hair. Her reaction to him sent a thrill straight through his cock.

He pulled her closer, making her spread her legs to either side of his knees. Hooking the soaked material covering her sex with one finger, he pulled it aside and buried his mouth between her legs.

Her dark taste made him shudder. Red Passion licked her like a starving man. He felt her essence wet his lips, cheeks, and chin. His tongue drank her honey, teased her clit, and sucked her until, with a keening cry above him, she came hard all over his face.

His heart raced with joy at giving her pleasure. Red Passion kissed the lips of her sex, giving her time to compose herself. Her legs were shaking, her fingers gripping his mane until he feared she’d leave him with bald spots. He grinned with satisfaction, but he wasn’t done with his Mistress yet. Carefully, he untangled her fingers from his hair and laid on his back, pulling her to straddle him.

He was in heaven. This was what he was born and bred to do, pleasure his mistress, be her toy…her joy.

She was still trembling when he rubbed the full length of his cock between the lips of her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she cried out.

Gripping her hips, he continued to tease her with his aching shaft, rocking her back and forth, coating himself with her elixir until she shattered a second time. The minute she came, he pushed into her, sinking to his balls in her twitching depths. Her sheath gripped him painfully hard, making him cry gasp. The ache was unbearable, but he held on, reined in his need to come. His balls ached and his thighs shuddered. He spread them wider and began to thrust into her, slow, hard, and deep. Emily cried out again, her head falling back to push her breasts closer to his mouth. Red arched up and fastened his lips around one nipple. Emily gripped the back of his head and rocked on him, taking him deep and hard, her hips slapping against his groin faster, more desperate.

He let her fuck herself on him while he feasted on her breasts. His lips sucked on one nipple, then the other, leaving them glistening with his spit and the scent of her spent lust smeared on his face. Panting, he fell back, his head thumping the hard floor. Mistress Emily rode him in desperation, and he gloried in finally being used for her pleasure.

Emily screamed a third time, her pussy seizing his shaft so hard it ripped an orgasm right out of him. For a moment he thought he was going to die, the pleasure was so intense. His cock spurted, jets of cum splashing the walls of her womb with his hot seed. Red’s belly clenched, muscles seized. His balls felt as if they’d been turned inside out. And still, she milked him, until he was nothing more than a shuddering panting mess beneath her. She collapsed on his chest, limp and spent. He was glad, because he felt as weak as a newborn. Never… ever had he come so hard… felt so much bliss.

“Sheknia,” he sighed, wincing as his cock began to rouse again. Goddess, he’d die. Emily would kill him. Fucked to death. Red Passion smiled. He still had more to give, even if it killed him.


Emily’s eyes gaped when she felt his cock twitch within her. For a moment, it felt as if he began to grow soft, which would be the normal thing after a man came as hard as he had, but then it twitched and hardened up like steel within her, swelling even thicker.

“Oh, God, Red. I can’t. Not again. Not so soon.”

“I'm Korana.”

The sound of his voice, the way he sighed his strange words, made her shudder. She didn’t understand what he said, but he said it with a reverence that made her feel like… a goddess.

He withdrew from within her, making her gasp. She’d never felt so sensitive after having had sex, as though her insides had turned to Jello. Red Passion stood and then scooped her up in his arms.

She gaped at him. As big and bulky as Mark was, he’d never carried her. He’d told her she was too fat for him to risk hurting his back. Red only smiled, holding her against his chest as though he carried the greatest treasure.

God, he made her feel so good.

He walked into the bathroom, the lights coming on automatically, and then let her down in front of the large showering area. It was completely open with various shower jets on a pale, green and white, glass-tiled wall. Red looked confused as to how to activate the water. With a giggle, Emily reached out and adjusted the lever that allowed the water to jet forth.

They fell into each other’s arms again, devouring their mouths hungrily until Emily turned away.

Her finger traced a drop of water that ran down the length of his torso. Her chest felt tight with emotion. “Red, you make me feel so special.”

He lifted one hand to cup her cheek. “I love you, Im Sheknia.”

Emily stiffened. “Baby, you can’t really mean that.”

“Yes. I love you,” he insisted, hugging her tight. “You not love me. I understand.”

Her eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat at how sad he sounded. “No, Red. I do. I…” She couldn’t admit it yet. The word stuck in her throat. It was too soon. Wasn’t it? “I care for you.”

He turned his head to look down at her. Emily felt trapped in his glittering green gaze. “This good… care?”

God, help her. What she felt for him was love, but it was so hard to confess that to someone she’d only known for little more than a month. That’s not how things were done in this day and age.

Again, she couldn’t bear to look into his searching eyes.

“Is care love?” His fingers drew little patterns on her back, and she felt him sigh when she didn’t answer. He deserved an answer. She’d just let the man come inside her, for Heaven’s sake. Shit. She was out of her mind. What if she got…

“Red, care is like love. The same.”

“You say care. Why not say love if same? Why so many words?” The confusion and frustration in his voice made her grimace.

Why so many indeed. Emily looked at his face. There was nothing hidden there. The love he felt for her was so plainly obvious it was painful to look at. No one had ever looked at her that way, with so much intensity.

“We barely know each other, Red. I know nothing about you, nor you of me.”

Red smiled, the expression making him seem like a child. “You know me, Im Sheknia Emily. I’m Red Passion. I’m yours.”

God, such innocence. He really was an angel, uncorrupt and pure.

“You’re so amazing. I can’t believe I found you.”

He looked confused. “Is that good?”

“Yes, baby. It’s good. You’re good.”

He smiled. “I’m yours.”

“Yes, mine.”


He took her again in the shower, before and after bathing, and then fucked her one last time in the bed. Red passion took her hard and fast, spilling into her over and over until they both collapsed breathless and spent.

Emily expected the sun to warn her it was morning, but it was the sound of Rio exclaiming “holy hell. It reeks of sex in here.”

Emily jolted upright, her eyes round looking at the glass of the loft bedroom. It had darkened to block out the sunlight. How clever, only she didn’t find it so wonderful at the moment. She was completely naked, leaking semen with a still unconscious Red Passion snoring lightly next to her.

“Don’t come up,” she called out.

“Honey, are you yelling that at us or is Red still doing you?” Joyce drawled.

“Just stay downstairs, please,” she snapped in irritation.

Red opened his eyes, drowning her in their green splendor, stretched with his arms over his head, and smiled like a satisfied cat.

Emily couldn’t help grin at him. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, Im Korana.”

His voice was deep and husky, giving her a delicious shiver up her spine. Red arched his back, spreading his thighs to let her see the enormous hard on he sported.

Emily groaned in disappointment, knowing she couldn’t take advantage of it., yummy as it looked—not with Joyce and Rio within earshot.

“It hurts,” he pouted irresistibly.

“Oh, baby. Joyce and Rio are here to take us home.” She stroked him, eliciting a husky moan that had her cringing. He was so responsive to her touch, and a little too vocal. Joyce and Rio were probably laughing their asses off at the moment. “When we get home, baby. I promise,” she whispered.

“We can still hear you,” Rio sang from below, with Joyce giggling in the background.

“Oh, stuff it, you two.”

Red bounced out of the bed, like an overgrown kid and leaned over the railing of the loft, as bare-assed as the day he was born. “Joyce, Rio. Good morning.”

Emily gasped. “Red, get back here.”

He waved before turning back to her, grinning from molar to molar. “Joyce and Rio.”

“Yes, baby. I know. You’ve given them an eye-full.”

“Is that good?”

“Damn straight,” Joyce called out from down stairs. “Rio’s about to pass out.”

Emily giggled, ushering Red into the bathroom to wash up before dressing again.

“You’re a naughty boy,” she purred behind Red, giving him a playful swat on his tight ass.

He turned his head and tried to stop in his tracks. “Oh, Sheknia…” he moaned, “again. Do again.”

Emily blinked up at him, pushing him fully into the bathroom and closing the door. “Again?”

Red walked to the sink vanity, placed his hands on the counter, and leaned a little forward. When he pushed out his pert ass with a little wiggle and moaned, “again, please” with half closed lids, Emily’s jaw dropped. He wanted her to spank him.

The excitement that curled her toes was almost too much to take. She’d never really spanked anyone aside from a playful swat she’d sometimes give Rio, a pitiful excuse just to feel his tight buns from time to time.

Red arched his back, spread his thighs a little more, and whispered, “please. More. Naughty boy.”

Emily shuddered. His hair spilled down his back to his ass, and his cock pointed up. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Red Passion’s sensual, but masculine curves; from the bulge of his arms, to his trim waist and sweet curve of his ass. He was so beautiful, she knew she’d have to paint him this way.

Stepping up behind him, she swatted him again. He closed his eyes in ecstasy.

“Yes,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “Harder.”

She stung the other cheek, watching how the smooth globe rippled and reddened with every strike. The tip of his cock beaded with precum and she wet her lips.

“Touch yourself, baby. Let me see you pleasure yourself.”

His eyes opened and looked into hers through the mirror. He didn’t understand. She reached around him, took one of his hands, and guided him to his erection. He groaned, closing his eyes once more when she made him wrap his fingers around his swollen prick.

“Sheknia,” he shuddered.

Her palm hit him again, over and over while he stroked. His breath grew labored, as well as hers. His dick wept with lust, tempting her beyond all reason, until she wedged herself between him and the vanity and fell to her knees before him.

“Sheknia?” She heard the confusion and alarm in his voice, felt him stiffen when she gripped him.

Emily opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock. He sucked in a harsh breath and trembled. She sucked him in deep, letting her tongue stroke the underside of him. If anything, his cock swelled even more, becoming diamond hard in her mouth. She’d never enjoyed doing this to Mark, but hearing Red’s ragged moans above her turned her on more than anything.

He pumped his hips, almost wary. She’d have none of that. Emily pressed down with her teeth and gently raked his flesh. Red shouted with pleasure. Her fingers gripped the base of his shaft and pumped in time with her sucking, while her other hand cupped his tight balls. They were hairless, covered with soft skin, and pressed so tight against him. She felt his cock twitch a second before hot sweetness filled her mouth. Emily swallowed. Surprised his cum tasted so different. Did all males have different tastes to their semen? She groaned, gulping him down as more spurted into her mouth. He tasted so good, she would drink him down anytime.

Letting his cock slip from her lips, she pressed butterfly kisses all over it and his balls, and then smiled up at him. He looked shattered, shocked.

Emily stood, licking her lips. “You’ve never had anyone go down on you?”

His eyes were round, scared. ”Shelim erbo’.” He looked away, biting his lip, and then turned back to her, hands splayed on his chest. “Red, Rio, yes. Im Sheknia Emily, Sheknia Joyce, Sheknia Emma, no.”

Emily frowned, trying to make sense of what he said. “Um… are you trying to tell me that only males do this to each other where you’re from?” Red brows drew together. Emily wrapped her fingers around his softening cock, making him gasp. “Males. Red and Rio? Yes?” She gave his rapidly hardening dick a little squeeze.

Her message got across. “Mmm-ales,” he repeated. “Yes. Mmm-ales

“Oh.” Once again, she wondered where he was from, her eyes looking him over. He seemed human, though a tad more exotic. “Here, “She gestured around her, and then placed her hand on her chest, “women enjoy sucking a man’s cock too.”

Red pursed his lips. “Www-iiimm…”

“Women.” Emily repeated, grinning and patting her chest.”

His eyes widened, a smile forming, “Women Emily.”

“Oh, no-no, Red. Just Emily. Say Emily,” she enunciated slowly.

His eyes looked wary as he chewed the inside of his cheek. “Sheknia Emily sssuck?”

She let her head fall back, her chuckles bouncing off the walls in the bathroom.

He smiled too. “Is good for you?”

“Yes, Red. Very good. You taste so good, I want to do it again.” He couldn’t have looked more shocked. Still, his stiff penis gave a little wave. “But” she continued, tweaking his nose, “we need to wash up and leave. Joyce and Rio are waiting.” She giggled when he nipped his lower lip, looking disappointed. “When we get home,” she purred, running her fingertips up his balls and shaft.

He hissed with a nod, and then stunned her by dipping his head and thrusting his tongue past her lips. He could probably taste himself in her mouth. Mark never kissed her after spilling into her mouth. He said it was disgusting. Red seemed to not have any qualms about licking the traces of his semen from her lips.


Red still felt bewildered by what his mistress had done to him. Casting her a sidelong glance, he observed her talking and laughing with Joyce and Rio, who sat in the front seats of the—what did they call it? Oh, yes—an SUV… whatever that meant.

Emily turned and smiled at him. Red beamed back with all the love he felt for her. Her eyes darted away and she gripped her fingers tight.

With a sigh, he reached up and touched his bare neck. The memory of the weight and feel of a collar made him sad. Emily still had not given him a mark of ownership. Had he still been on Utuduo he would have already been snatched up. Red Passion touched his cheek… then again maybe not. With his ravaged face, he would have been euthanized.

He was still alive and had even given pleasure. He should be grateful and happy.

Red sighed.

“Everything okay?”

Okay? What was this word, okay? He stared blankly at Emily.

“Does your face hurt?”

She touched his cheek. He felt twinges once in a while, but for the most part he sometimes forgot his disfigurement. Red shook his head and turned to gaze out the window.

The road was never ending to him, the journey back to Emily’s house seemingly farther than they had traveled the previous night. He almost dozed off when he spotted the two story, pale yellow house.

Red stepped down from the transport and turned to look at Emily. Inside he heard Tabitha barking.

“Aren’t you guys coming in?” Emily asked.

Emily had promised him more sex. Was she inviting them to join in? Red turned to look at Joyce and Rio, who both stared at her wide-eyed.

“Honey, we partied all night long. I don’t know about Romeo here, but I need my beauty sleep,” Joyce said.

“I couldn’t agree more, Joyce. You really need that beauty sleep,” Rio grinned.

She elbowed him with a glare, then turned to blow Red a kiss through the glass. “You kids pick up where you left off. Don’t mind us.”

Red smiled at her and puckered his lips, trying to imitate her gesture. Rio waved, and then backed the transport down the driveway. With a final wave, they drove away.

Emily was already climbing the steps to the dwelling. Red hurried after her.

She let Tabitha loose for a while, and then announced that she wanted to retire to her room for a bit.

Red Passion felt disappointment wash through him. He’d expected her to continue their coupling from this morning. Instead, she acted as though she couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

When she climbed the steps to her room, it was all he could do not to strip bare and beg her to take him with her.

He held on to the banister at the bottom of the curved stairway, worrying his lower lip, watching the sweet sway of her ass as she ascended the steps. As always, her furry beast followed, tail wagging eagerly.

Red passion blew out a frustrated breath, wishing he had the same privileges as the animal.

Or did he?

She had just disappeared around the bend of the stairwell when he decided to go after her on his hands and knees like the dog. She never gave Tabitha anything more than a scolding whenever the beast did something improper, like drink water out of the porcelain bowl where they relieved themselves.

He crawled to the top of the steps, but she had already gone in her room and closed the door. There was nothing more to do but wait for her.

Curling up on the rug before the door, he sighed and closed his eyes when the sound of a masculine voice had him opening them again in confusion.

There was another man in her room? Where did he come from? Was Mistress Emily replacing him already?

Silly me— He thought to himself. She’d never claimed me as hers. Why would she want such an ugly male for herself?

Red Passion touched his ruined cheek, feeling his heartbreak just a little.

Chapter Six

Emily’s worst nightmare had come back to torment her. Her face felt cold, her palms became sweaty, as stomach lurched, threatening to spill the small breakfast she’d had. Tabitha sat down next to her and gave a little whimper.

Mark smiled, a small upturning of his lips, blue eyes as warm as ice. His jet hair was clipped, as always, in military perfection, standing straight up an inch from his scalp, buzzed almost bald around his ears and neck. He took a deep breath, the black t-shirt he wore close to ripping over the broad expanse of a magnificently sculpted torso. The leather sleeves of his black bomber jacket hugged biceps she knew were almost as thick as her thighs. Dirty boots rested on her grandmother’s white duvet, hands clasped behind his head as he lounged casually on her bed. He could have been a model, ruggedly beautiful, brutally masculine, but she knew he was a demon.

“Hey, Babe, you’re looking…” his eyes traveled down her shaking form, “allot slimmer than the last time I saw you.” His Lips tilted up a bit more as well as her bile. “How have you been?” He tilted his head, smile never reaching those savage eyes. “Missing me, wife?”

Emily’s mind reeled, remembering every slap, punch, and kick. She swallowed, feeling her throat close as if feeling the pressure of his fingers choking her again as he fucked her raw. Oh, God. If he finds Red— poor sweet Red—he’ll kill him.

“H-how did you get into my house?” Her voice was barely a whisper. Emily wondered if she could press the speed dial number for Joyce or Rio. If they heard Mark’s voice over the phone, they might be able to call the police. She bit her lip.

Mark uncrossed his feet and then crossed them the other way, dribbling a little more wet dirt on the duvet. “How’d I get in? I thought what was mine was yours… and vice versa. I used my key.”

“This is my parents…”

“Your parents are dead, Em. They left you this house, so it’s mine too, Babe.”

Emily licked her lips, trying to make her mouth salivate. It felt drier than a desert. “Mark, you know you’re not supposed to… be here.” She looked away, wondering how to get the nerve to stick her hand into her coat and press Joyce or Rio’s number. Would the police even get here in time?

“Why not, Babe? I’m your husband. We’re still not divorced.”

She needed to distract him. Thank God, Red never barged into her room. She hoped he’d retired to his own room. She needed to get Mark to leave.

“It’s been hard for both of us, Mark, but-“

“Has it?”

Emily’s gaze snapped to his. He sounded so calm… too calm. His face was void of any emotion now. She felt like throwing up.


“You’re still my wife, Babe.” He straightened up on her bed, looking at his hands as he cracked his knuckles. “Where were you last night?”

What little blood she had in her face drained away. She shoved her hands in her pockets and pressed a number, hoping to God it was either Joyce or Rio’s. His eyes locked on her hands in her coat. “I was out with Joyce and Rio. They were tired of hanging out here all the time.”

Mark’s predatory gaze snapped back up to hers. “Still friends with the fag and the butch I see.”

A spark of anger surged through her at the slanderous way he referred to the people she loved.

Mark pursed his lips, raising one perfectly shaped black brow. “And I see you’ve made a new friend.”

Her heart almost stopped.

“What the fuck was that with you last night? A man or a woman?” Emily remained mute, eyes wide. “You never could decide what you wanted… dick or pussy.” Mark smiled again. “Looks like you found the best of both worlds I see. A pretty girl with a prick.” He chuckled. “I almost wanted to fuck him.” He tilted his head the other way. “Did you spend the night with him, Emily?”

Oh, God.

Emily patted Tabitha’s head and ordered the miniature collie to go into her kennel. She took her eyes away from her dog and faced Mark with as much valor as she could muster. “We were all out the whole night-“

“Lie.” His voice was still soft. “I saw when you left the club with him. You hailed down a cab.” Mark stood, making her flinch, but she held her ground, afraid Red might come into the room if she screamed. “Was he a good lay, Emily?” Mark came closer. She steeled herself, knowing very well what was to come, hoping that she was strong enough to endure… for Red Passion’s sake. “Is his dick as big as mine?” She dropped her gaze to her feet, wanting to scream at him that it was even bigger. Mark’s lips whispered over her ear, the softest of kisses. “Does he make you come as hard as I do?”

Emily shivered with revulsion. There was a time when she felt she could come just by looking at Mark. He was gorgeous, virile, a sweet and generous lover… until he began bodybuilding. The steroids he pumped into himself turned him into a demon—one that took pleasure in beating and then fucking her broken bleeding body. If that weren’t bad enough, he’d bring his gym buddies with him for orgies, and then beat her unconscious for not talking him out of letting other men fuck her.

She knew he was going to hit her. Still, the fist to the back of her skull stunned her. Emily flew forward, her face connecting with the edge of her dresser. Stars exploded behind her lids and she fought valiantly to stay conscious. Cruel fingers tangled into her hair and dragged her back up on shaky legs.

“You are nothing but a cheap, fat, worthless whore.” His voice remained low, punctuating every lovely word he used to describe her. Mark never screamed—not even when he came. “Where is he?”

“Mark please-“

Her face met the mirror that had been in her mother’s side of the family for the past three generations. Shards of glass fell all over the antique dresser while wet heat dripped down her face and throat. He threw her down on the bed and reached for his belt buckle.

Emily thought that seeing Mark lying in her bed was her worst nightmare come to life, but she realized that it paled next to seeing Red Passion burst in through the door, eyes wide in fright.

“Get out.”

Red jumped at the sound of her shriek. His eyes glittered with unshed tears and his breathing was rapid. He began to back away.

Mark pulled out a gun and aimed it at his head. “Stop right there, asshole.” Red did not even acknowledge him. His eyes remained riveted on Emily’s blood sodden face.

“Stop,” Emily screamed again when Mark cocked the gun. Red startled, but remained frozen where he was.

Mark began to laugh. “Fuck. You have him well trained, Babe. Not bad. Not bad at all.” Mark’s eyes looked Red up and down. “Kneel, bitch,” he spat at Red.

Emily felt horror clenching her insides into knots when Red acted as though Mark didn’t even exist. “Obey him.” Oh, God. Do it, Baby—she silently pleaded, hoping Joyce, or Rio had picked up the phone and called the police.

“Look at me,” Mark commanded.

Red Passion’s glittering green gaze slid to Mark.

“Take your clothes off. Let’s see what you’re packin’.”

Red only blinked at him. Emily bit her lip, knowing he was still unfamiliar with the language. When Mark growled and leveled the gun back to his head, Emily blurted, “He doesn’t understand English very well. Red, your clothes,” Emily pulled at her blood-soaked blouse. “Off. Take it off.”

Red’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he understood. Slowly, he pulled his jacket off, followed by his black button down shirt and undershirt.

“All of it.” Mark waved the gun at his lower body making Emily grit her teeth.

Something about Red’s demeanor changed. He lowered his lashes and began to unbuckle his belt. Ribbons of red flowed over his shoulders as the belt hit the floor and the fabric of his pants peeled away from his taut belly. Emily didn’t miss the hungry look Mark was giving Red as he pushed the pants down his sinewy legs.

Red’s cock sprung free, slapping his abdomen fully erect. Emily’s jaw dropped. How could Red be so aroused at a time like this?

“Fuck,” Mark whispered, the gun lowering a little. “He’s fucking hot.” He gestured to Red with his free hand. “Get down on your knees.”

Red dropped, his eyes now locked with Mark’s. Mark fumbled with his own belt buckle and then the zipper of his pants. When he finally freed his own cock, he commanded Red in a grating voice Emily had never heard before, “come suck me. Do a good job and I might let you live.”

The lust in Mark’s eyes bordered on savage.


A rogue male. Red Passion had heard whispers of this demonic creature amongst the slaves that tended intergalactic functions. They said these males dominated on other planets over women, and sometimes took male lovers for themselves. Red had never believed of their existence… until now. This horrid creature had hurt his mistress. On Utudou, that was a mistake punishable by death. It was his duty to protect her at all cost.

The man held a strange metal device in his hand; a weapon of sorts, judging by the terrified look in his mistress’ eyes every time he waved it around.

The man gestured him to kneel, and then suck his cock. Red Passion smiled to himself, lowering his lashes coyly. The man obviously had no idea what he was in for… what Red Passion’s mouth, tongue, and lips were capable of.

Red crawled on hands and knees toward the rogue male, making sure to keep his head bowed and back arched to make the most of his swaying ass. When he reached the man’s legs, Red kissed his way up, feeling them grow stiff under his touch. Red lifted his head and gazed into the man’s eyes, wetting his lips before rubbing his face against the jutting prick standing at rigid attention.

“Shit,” the man hissed. His hand tangled in Red’s long hair. “Suck my cock. Now.”

Red closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Taking this man’s cock was easy. It seemed this particular male was not as well endowed as the pleasure pets on Utudou. His lips wrapped around the shaft and his tongue played at the underside. The male cursed tightly, his fingers causing Red a twinge of pain at the base of his skull as he pulled his locks.

Red rocked his head back and forth, turning every time he back off. He drew hard, sucking with vigor, and then, just when the panting above him grew frantic, he loosened his throat muscles and took him to the root.

The man howled with pleasure and would have come if Red hadn’t pinched the base of his shaft with his teeth.

His hair was almost ripped off his scalp as the man pulled him away. The slap came as no surprise. Red fell to the side, hearing Emily beg for his life.

Anger roiled within Red hearing his mistress belittle herself to the worthless male, begging for his sake, no less.

“Get up.”

This Red understood. He got to his feet and found his hair grasped again. The man threw him face down on the bed. “Now you’re going to take me in your ass, bitch.”

With no preparation, Red found himself impaled. The burning sting was only slight. Bigger dicks than this had plowed his ass with nothing more than a little spit. He was man enough to take it then, he was man enough to take it now.

The man still clenched his hair, pumping hard and fast. Red braced his hands on the mattress, his eyes locking on with Emily’s horrified ones. He began to undulate his back, clasping and clenching the muscles in his ass to stroke and pull in the other man’s cock deeper. The male groaned louder with each pump. His hand released Red’s hair as he pulled back to watched Red’s body move like water underneath him. This was what had won him most beautiful pet in the intergalactic competitions; his fluid grace in the act of copulation. Any man could be beautiful, but to maintain grace and sensuality while being mounted was Red Passion’s specialty.

He squeezed tighter, relaxed his body, tossed his mane to mesmerize the man behind him. The groans grew more frantic, the thrusts sharper. The man was going to come.

Red waited until the male’s howl rang out, his cock jerking deep in Red’s clenched ass. Red’s legs locked behind the man’s legs and he reared up, using his arms to send the back of his skull into the man’s nose.

The roar of pleasure turned into one of agony. Red used the same momentum to twist his legs and turn them both over on the mattress. The man ended up twitching beneath him, but when Red clamped down the full force of his anal muscles on the man’s penis, he really shrieked in pain. Red nailed him a second time with his head and all sound beneath him ceased.

He looked at Emily. She held the man’s weapon in her shaking hands—pointed directly at him. He didn’t care. Red sprang to his feet, and then fell to his knees, hugging her.

“Sheknia, forgive me.”

Chapter Seven

Emily’s hands shook on the gun, the warm weight of the metal foreign to her. She kept it trained on Mark’s chest, knowing any minute he’d come to and try to kill them both. Red pressed his face against her belly, his arms holding her tight.

“Y-you could’ve gotten yourself killed, Red.” She choked back a sob, wanting desperately to hold him, but terror kept her from lowering the gun.

“I love you, Sheknia.”

The fierceness with which he uttered those words had Emily’s tears running more profusely down her face. She removed her left hand from the gun and sank her fingers in his silky hair. “Baby, we need to tie him up so he won’t try to hurt us anymore.”

Red looked up at her, his green eyes a little uncertain. “Hurt. No, Sheknia. No hurt.”

Rising swiftly to his feet, he bounded to the bed and gather Mark up from behind. Emily gasped in alarm about to tell him to get away from him when she saw how he was positioning his hands on Marks head and the cold glint in his eyes. Red was getting ready to snap his neck.

“No. Baby, don’t kill him.”

Red looked at her with wide eyes, but stopped. Emily ran to one of the windows in her room and pulled off one of the ties holding her Priscilla curtains.

“Here, tie his hands with this.” She threw the rope at him and ripped the second cord off the other side of the curtain. Doing her best to hurry before Mark became conscious, she proceeded to bind his feet, her hands shaking terribly.

The sound of feet pounding on the floor below had her snapping her head around. At the same time, her cell phone rang in her pocket.

Emily frowned, feeling her heart race as she pulled the phone and answered Joyce’s call.


“Oh, my God, honey. Are you okay? Rio called me and said Mark was at your place. We’re on our way,” screamed a hysterical voice over the phone.

The heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs now. What was going on?


The link began to buzz, and then went completely dead.

Tabitha began to howl sending Emily’s terror up another notch. Instinctively, she grabbed Red and pushed him behind her against the far wall of the room. If they needed to escape, they could always run into the bathroom to their right.

The door was pushed open and in stepped a man—the most beautiful humanoid creature she’d ever seen. His gold hair fell in ringlets around his face, just barely brushing his shoulders and he was shirtless with black pants and boots. Then her eyes fell on the gold-flecked white wings he had on his back.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped, unable to believe what she was seeing. “I-it’s an angel.”

The angel frowned, his startling blue eyes going from her to Red.

More beings stepped into the room, two more angels and three human-looking females about seven feet tall who had extremely muscular bodies. They were dressed like something out of the Xena Princess Warrior series, with metal breastplates and leather pants and boots. They looked at Red and smiled. The look in their eyes was one of recognition.

Red fell to his knees, pressing his face to the floor with his hands over his head.

Something within Emily snapped. With a viscous snarl, she pulled the gun up and aimed it at the strange people in her bedroom.

“Don’t come any closer.”

“We mean you no harm.” The first blond angel spoke, his voice so beautiful, Emily almost fell to her knees in worship. His gaze softened. “We only came to fetch him.”

The angel’s long, delicate finger pointed to Red. Whatever hypnotic power the sight and sound the beautiful angel had over her vanished with those words. Holding the gun even tighter, she snarled, “Like hell you are.”

All three angels’ eyes widened at her words. The one with the red hair began to chuckle and the feminine one with the brown hair frowned with disapproval. Both males were dressed the same, but the female angel had black straps covering her breasts. They all had white wings, the red haired male with coppery flecks in his and the female with bronze.

One of the Amazonian females took a step forward. “Rezzur Pazzua,” Her finger pointed to the spot at her feet, “aquilam.”

Emily didn’t need to know the strange language to realize the woman had just ordered Red Passion to come to her.

When he began to crawl to her, Emily bent and gripped his shoulder. “Baby, no.”

Red stiffened beneath her touch and turned frightened eyes to her. Emily snapped her gaze back to the scowling face of the black-haired female that had called Red. “He’s not going with you.”

The female took a deep breath, her gaze going to Red, and then back to Emily. “His neck is bare. He’s unclaimed.”

“The customs on this planet are different than on Utuduo,” the red-haired angel said.

Emily scrunched her face in confusion. “What’s going on here? What are you people? Why are you here?”

“I am Lady Azana, Rezzur Pazzua’s Sheknia… or, as you Edenian’s would say, his Mistress.”

Emily’s eyes went round. Red Passion had been calling her ‘Sheknia’ all this time. She shook her head. “You’re the one who hurt him then.”

Azana frowned. “No. That was my sister’s fault. She wanted to reclaim him and, since she didn’t get her way, sent her other pleasure pets to disfigure him.”

Emily’s jaw dropped. “Pleasure what?”

The blond angel held out his hands. “This is all very complicated, but we’re wasting time. He can’t stay.”

Emily shook her head, hauling Red into her arms, keeping her gun trained on the entourage before her. “You’re not taking him anywhere.”

“He isn’t yours to keep,” one of the blond Amazonian females spat, her twin nodding with an angry scowl.

Azana held up her hand to silence them, her eyes looking Emily and Red over in curiosity.

“Why won’t you give him back to me? I did send him away to keep him from being euthanized.”

Emily gasped. “Euth—“She gaped at them. “What kind of barbaric world do you come from?”

One of the blond females snorted. “Your planet is still at war within itself, your females kill their unborn, and you dare call us barbaric?”

“Nataka,” Azana scolded over her shoulder, and turned back to Emily. “I treated Red well. He was my prime pet, spoiled and pampered. Do you love him?”

Emily could feel Red’s eyes on her. She held him tighter. “Yes. I love him.” Her eyes went to Mark and then back to the large woman. “He saved me.”

Azana smiled with a nod. “Then we have nothing to do here.”

“But he can’t stay,” the brown haired angel protested, the other two just hung their heads and sighed.

Emily frowned. No one was taking Red from her. “Why not?”

“He’s not Earth-born. His DNA is a little different than an Edenian’s.”

Emily scrunched up her face. “What is this Edenian thing you keep referring to?”

The angel smiled and opened his mouth to answer, but the red-haired angel blurted, “Garethiel, no.”

“She’s already seen too much,” the female angel added, then scowled at Emily, “Knows too much.”

Emily didn’t like the sound of that

Garethiel pursed his lips. “It would be a shame to separate them now.”

“But we must,” the female angel argued. “These humans keep strict records of the birth of every one of their own. How would this female ever explain Razzur’s existence?”

“My friend Joyce works in the demographics department. I’m sure she can help us out with that.”

“But what about his DNA? For all we know he could be a shifter.” The female angel turned to Azana. “Where did you kidnap this one from?”

Disgust laced the angel’s tone, making Azana look embarrassed. “I don’t know. He was a gift to my sister. An off-worlder brought him to Utuduo when he was just a mere boy. I think he was bred in captivity.”

“Slave traders,” the red-haired angel spat angrily. “The L-O-S should ban that practice already.”

Azana stepped closer, pulling a clear crown-like ring from her belt.

“W-what are you going to do with that?” Emily held Red tighter.

“Fear not.” Azan knelt beside her and Red. “I won’t hurt him. This is just so that he understands your language more fully.”

She placed the ring on Red’s head. It started to glow and Red closed his eyes with a wince.

When he whimpered a bit, Emily felt her anger rise again. “What’s wrong with him? Take that thing off, it’s hurting him.”

Azana complied. “He’ll only feel sleepy for a while and have a mild headache.”

“Red? Baby?”

Red swayed on his knees a bit, making her worry even more. “Baby? I’m not a child, Mistress.”

She hugged him to her, watching as Azana backed away.

Emily heard cars coming up her driveway.

“We must leave before anyone else sees us,” the red-haired angel insisted.

“Let him stay. I’ll erase their memories of having seen us,” Garethiel said.


Emily’s voice echoed along with the other two surprised angels.

Garethiel only smiled. “Trust me. I’m sure I can fix this mess. The pleasure pet stays with his new mistress.”

“Red isn’t a pleasure pet. He’s just a man.” Emily looked at his sleepy-faced smile. “My man now.”

“I love you, mistress.”

“Emily,” she corrected caressing his cheek.

“He closed his eyes, “Mistress Emily.”


Loud banging made Emily jump. Her head was throbbing and she held an almost unconscious Red in her arms.


She pressed him tighter against her breasts, feeling her head spin. What in heaven’s name had happened? Low groaning drew her gaze to her bed.

“Fuck. The bastard broke my nose. I’ll k-kill ‘im.”


Emily touched her face, the banging growing louder. She brought her hand away covered in blood. Was Red hurt? “Oh, God, Baby. Did he shoot you?”

Emily eased him away from her, noting that he was naked and smeared with blood also. Her memories felt more like vague dreams. She remembered Mark sodomizing poor Red, but Red had smacked him in the face with his head.

“Police. Open up,” a deep voice roared.

Emily snapped to her feet, dragging Red with her. She sat him in the chaise in the corner of her room and covered him with her fuzzy pink robe.

She heard the front door slam open, and Joyce and Rio calling out to her.

“Up here,” she answered.

Feet pounded on the stairs, but Emily was too concerned with Red. His eyes looked glassy. She felt around, trying to find where he was hurt.

“Em,” Rio rushed in followed by a group of police officers and Joyce.

“Something is wrong with Red. Help please.”

“What’s going on here?”

That man is an asshole,” Joyce said in a loud angry voice, pointing at Mark. “Arrest him.”

Rio rushed to Emily. His eyes widened when he looked at her. “Emily, your face.”

“I’m fine. It’s Red,” she cried. “Look at him.”

Red Passion rested his head on the backrest of the chaise, his eyes closed. Rio lowered the robe to his waist and looked him over. “Em, he’s covered in your blood. There’s nothing wrong with him.”

“My—“She couldn’t believe him. Red didn’t look right, but Joyce had gone into her bathroom and was now mopping her face with a wet towel, keeping Emily from saying more.

“We called an ambulance, lady they should be here in a moment. Maybe he’s in shock.” One of the officers stepped near her. “What happened here?”

“When we arrived home, I came up here and…” Emily looked at Mark who was beginning to open his swollen eyes. “He was in here.”

“I’m her husband.” Mark struggled to sit up.

“He’s got a restraining order,” both Rio and Joyce chorused.

One of the officers closest to Mark pulled his gun on him. “Easy there, cowboy. Just relax.”

“That bastard there attacked me,” Mark cried nodding his head toward Red.

The police officers looked at Mark’s bulging physique and Red Passion’s leaner one skeptically.

Emily felt her anger rise up again. She pointed her finger at Mark. “You. You hurt me and then you raped Red when he came to help me. I hate you.”

Mark sneered. “Rape? That twink loved every minute of it.”

“Alright, Romeo,” the police officer near him said, flipping Mark over on his stomach and slapping on a pair of cuffs, “I think we’ve all heard enough.”

“Wait.” Marked struggled when forced to his feet. “I’m the victim here. That fag assaulted me and broke my nose.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart. The boys down at the jail house are going to love that pretty face anyway.”

The other officers chuckled as the cop began reading Mark his rights.

She turned away from Mark and the cop and rushed back to Red’s side. “Red? Baby?” Emily slipped her hand beneath his head.

He groaned, but blinked his eyes open. “I’m not a twink.” His hand went up to touch her forehead. “You’re cut, mistress… like me.”

Emily touched her face, remembering how Mark slammed it against the mirror. Her eyes went around the room. The cops had already ushered him out, but how long would it be before he was released again? She covered her ravaged face and began to cry.


A soft blipping sound roused her from her sleep. Emily blinked open her eyes and looked around. Red stood from the chair he’d been lounging in and took her hand.

“Finally awake,” he smiled, brushing his lips over her knuckles.

“Red? Are you okay?”

He grinned. “I’m great.”

Emily frowned. Something wasn’t right. Red had his crimson tresses pulled back in a thick braid tossed over one shoulder. Something about him felt different. She couldn’t put her finger on it.

“My mind feels a little muddled.”

He nodded. “I know. I can’t seem to remember anything past opening my eyes and seeing you.” He looked around the small hospital room she was in. “And even that feels dream-like.” He looked at her. “What happened to me, Em? Who am I?”

Emily remembered bright light, and seeing him so pale, half in, half out in her freezing pond. Alien’s?

She rubbed her temples, chastising herself for having such silly thoughts. Aliens indeed. “I don’t really remember too much either.”

He kissed her. “It doesn’t matter, I guess. Your sister said I might have gone through some trauma and probably have amnesia. Eventually, it might all come back to me.”

“Red? What if you’re… you know… married or something?”

Red shook his head. “No. I love you too much for that to be true.”

Emily frowned. She loved him too, but for the life of her, she could vaguely remember the events that lead up to that feeling.

Red smiled, as though reading her thoughts, “It’ll all come back to you too. What’s important is that we’re together.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long white envelope. “Joyce told me to give this to you.”

Emily looked at the envelope. It was from her lawyer. Tearing open the expensive paper, she pulled out carious legal documents and began to skim over the writing. Her eyes widened when she realized what she was holding. “It’s my divorce papers. It’s over.” Her tear-filled eyes rose to Red’s. “It’s finally over. The divorce finally went through. I filed for this almost two years ago and this says that since a week ago, Mark and I are no longer married.”

Red dipped his head and took her lips. His tongue swept in, claiming her. His taste, like cinnamon and sugar made her breathless. “How wonderful, Mistress.”

Emily swallowed, staring at his lush rose-kissed lips. “Why do you call me Mistress?”

“Because I’m yours, Sheknia,” he whispered before taking her mouth again.

Chapter Eight

The sun poured the heat of its golden fire upon the city of San Torino, making the white of its buildings blinding to look at. Beneath the suffocating heat, the citizens bustled about in their daily routines.

Red Passion stared at the shops and markets passed along the way, until the donkey next to him brayed.

He turned with a smile toward Emily who sat with the cutest pout on her face.

“I told you I could walk. This is a little uncomfortable.”

He gasped in alarm and stopped the beast carrying his woman. Worry made him raise him arms to her to help her down. “Are you in pain? Is it your back again? Maybe we should go back to the ship.”

Her sweet body slid against his. When she finally stood before him, he placed his hands on swell of her abdomen. A tiny foot kicked at his hand making him smile. His wife looked so beautiful.

“I’m pregnant not disabled, Red. I can walk.” She blew back a stray lock and surreptitiously rubbed her rump. “That mule has an uncomfortable back. My ass is killing me.”

God, she was cute. Red chuckled. “It’s a donkey. And maybe your tushy hurts because of what we did this morning when we pulled into port.”

Emily blushed. “You were the one who insisted it might be safer to take you that way this far into the pregnancy.”

His smiled died. “Em, did I really hurt you, Baby? You seemed to enjoy it so… damn, Baby. I’m sorry.”

Emily waved him off. “Don’t start. I enjoyed it immensely and, no, you didn’t hurt me. Stop worrying so much.”

“I can’t help it. You’re my life, my love… my Mistress.”

Her face turned a brighter shade of pink. “I’m your wife.”

Red chuckled, kissing her cheek. “You own me, Baby. I’m your sex slave, your pleasure pet.”

Emily looked around wide-eyed. “Lower your voice. Someone might hear.”

Red smiled from ear to ear. “Let them. I’m not ashamed to declare myself your devoted slave.”

He went down on his knees before her and kissed the evidence of their love. A few passersby laughed, some encouraged the display of affection. Emily threaded her fingers into his shoulder length hair. She’d gotten upset when he’d cut off his long locks, but it had irked him when her ex-husband had called him a twink. Safely locked away in prison for assault with a deadly weapon and intent to kill, he was no longer a threat to anyone.

Emily was pouting. She always did when she touched his hair. He was sorry he’d cut it without telling her his intentions first. Never again.

“It’ll grow back, my love.”

She shrugged. “I wasn’t thinking about your hair, but I will clobber you the next time you shorten it. It’s so beautiful.”

“Are you hungry then? Tired? Do you need water?” He nuzzled her belly, covering it with kisses.

Emily grinned. “You’re spoiling me rotten.”

“Nothing’s too good for you, my Mistress.”

He stood taking her hand, and brushed a kiss on her knuckles as he let his gaze wander her face. The scars were almost faded now. To him, she was still the most beautiful female regardless.

Reaching up, she traced his scar. “You can barely see this anymore. You still don’t remember anything?”

He shook his head. “Gareth hasn’t been able to find anything either.” Red chuckled. “You know what he had the nerve to tell me the other day? That maybe I just fell from outer space.”

Emily frowned, pushing back one blond tendril that had drifted across her face.

Red laughed, taking her elbow, and leading her to a shaded café table. “He was only joking, woman. Alien indeed.”

Emily chuckled too. “Yeah. If you’re an alien, then he must be an angel from heaven.”

Red smiled at her while he tied the donkey’s reins to a post. Funny, but lately he’d had dreams where Gareth actually sported big, white, gold-flecked wings on his back. Pushing away the absurd thoughts, he sat across from Emily, and leaned over the table, his lips a breath away from hers. “I love you, Emily. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

Emily blushed, looking at their intertwined fingers on the tiled table. “Silly. You don’t even remember your past.”

“My heart tells me this, Emily. I’ve never felt freer… or more in love.”

“I still can’t believe… I mean with you being a famous model now and all…”

“I will always love you, Emily.” He spoke from his heart, feeling the words come from the innermost part of his very soul. “I’m yours, all yours, Mistress.”

He dipped his head to capture her sweet lips in a kiss, but then the donkey brayed again, making them laugh.

This time she caught his head in her hands. “I love you too, Red Passion.”

He surrendered his mouth to hers… his Mistress Emily.

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