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Encouraged by her response, I redoubled my efforts. My tongue swirled around her clit as my fingers moved in and out, bending to hit that special place with each thrust. Sala’s hips began to move more urgently, grinding against my face. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, and I could feel the tension building in her body.

The room filled with the sounds of Sala’s pleasure—breathy moans and whispered encouragements. Her fingers gripped my hair even more forcefully, holding me firmly in place as she chased her release, grinding her cunny heedlessly against my mouth, my nose. I felt a surge of pride, knowing that I was the cause of her ecstasy, despite the degradation of another woman’s using my face this way.

Sala’s breathing grew more ragged, her movements more frantic. “Oh, Tessara,” she panted. “I’m so close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I could sense her impending climax, feel it in the way her body quivered and tensed. My own arousal built in response, a delicious ache between my thighs, bidding me to quicken the pace of my own fingers inside me. Just as I felt Sala teetering on the edge of release, a deep, resonant voice filled the room.

“Sala.” Alpha’s voice came over the intercom, startling us both. “I need you on the bridge immediately. Bring Tessara if she wants to witness the end of the empire that held her captive.”

CHAPTER 8

Tessara

Sala’s body went rigid for a moment, caught between frustration and duty. With a soft groan, she gently pushed me away, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

“I’m so sorry, Tessara,” she said, cupping my face in her hands. “I… I shouldn’t have made you do that. I’m not allowed to… you know, have sex… with other people… without permission from my lord, anyway.”

To my surprise, I felt a pang of disappointment even as I blushed at the revelation of Alpha’s intimate rules for his senior wife and wondered what sort of consequences Sala might receive, should her husband learn that she had seduced me. “It’s alright,” I assured her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Thank you for… for teaching me. I never knew it could be like that.”

Sala smiled warmly, pulling me into a tender embrace. “Oh, sweet one,” she murmured. “There’s so much more to learn. But for now, we should go. History is being made, and you deserve to see it. Would you like to come?”

I felt my cheeks burn as I considered Sala’s question. The idea of going to the bridge, of facing Alpha and the crew in my current state—flushed, and still trembling from the pleasure Sala had given me—was mortifying. But even stronger than my embarrassment was a burning curiosity, a need to see what would happen next.

I pictured Alpha’s massive blue form, imagined him claiming Sala in front of everyone. The thought sent a forbidden thrill through my body, making my cunny clench around nothing. At the same time, I couldn’t deny my desire to witness the fall of the empire that had held me captive for so long. To see with my own eyes the end of the tyranny that had defined my existence.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I… I want to go.”

Sala’s face lit up with a radiant smile. She pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before gracefully rising from the couch. I watched, mesmerized, as she stretched her lithe body, her pale skin seeming to glow in the starlight streaming through the viewscreen.

As Sala moved toward the door, a sudden panic gripped me. I glanced down at my naked form, acutely aware of every mark and bruise left by my Vionian masters.

“Wait!” I called out, my eyes wide with alarm. “Shouldn’t we… shouldn’t we wear clothes?”

Sala paused, turning back to face me. A delicate blush bloomed across her cheeks, spreading down her neck to her chest. “Oh, Tessara,” she said softly, a note of embarrassment in her voice. “I’m afraid I’m not allowed to wear clothing unless Alpha specifically permits it. It’s… it’s part of a Magisterian wife’s submission to her lord.”

She bit her lip, her blue eyes searching my face. “And I’m afraid the same is true for you now, sweet one. You technically belong to Alpha, at least until we reach Prosperia and sort out your status. I’m sorry, but we’ll have to go as we are.”

The realization hit me like a physical blow. I would have to walk through the ship, stand on the bridge, completely revealed. The thought made me want to curl up and hide, to disappear into the soft fabric of the couch. But beneath the fear and shame, there was something else—a tiny spark of excitement, of arousal at the idea of being so utterly vulnerable.

I swallowed hard, bracing myself for what was to come. I stood on trembling legs, forcing myself to meet Sala’s gaze. “Alright,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. “Let’s go.”

Sala took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as we stepped out into the corridor. The air of the ship raised goosebumps on my bare skin, making me even more aware of my nakedness. I fought the urge to cover myself, knowing it would be futile.

As we made our way through the winding passages of thePrince Hend, I marveled anew at the enormous difference between this ship and theConqueror of Bresla. TheConqueror’s harsh angles and utilitarian design seemed like a distant memory as the Magisterian ship’s elegance unfolded before me. The glowing walls, with their milky sheen, looked like something out of a dream. I noticed for the first time that even the floor beneath our feet felt warm and slightly yielding, almost as if it were alive.

We passed several crew members as we walked, and I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment each time. To my surprise, however, none of them seemed shocked or even particularly interested in our nudity. They simply nodded respectfully to Sala and continued on their way.

On Vion, of course, and aboard ships like theConqueror, concubines like me were kept naked most of the time, but both Vionian men and Vionian women seemed to enjoy calling as much attention as they could to the shame involved. Both men and women had frequently touched me on my bare bottom or even between my thighs, as if to demonstrate their mastery of the people the empire had subjugated and put to use as instruments of their pleasure. Bystanders would stop and watch on the street if a young Vionian man decided to order me to bend over and present my bare cunny for his inspection.

“How… how can they be so casual about this?” I whispered to Sala, gesturing to our naked bodies.

Sala smiled gently. “Magisterian culture is very different from what you’re used to, Tessara. Nudity isn’t seen as shameful or inherently sexual. It’s simply a natural state of being, especially for wives and concubines.”

As we rounded a corner, we came upon a group of officers engaged in animated discussion. Among them were several strikingly beautiful women, some clad in crisp uniforms while others were as naked as Sala and myself.

Noticing my wide-eyed stare, Sala explained, “Magisteria, unlike the Vionian Empire, goes to war with the full scope of its military talent, both male and female. But male officers are also permitted to bring a wife or concubine if they choose.”

I watched in amazement as a uniformed man bent to kiss a naked woman before rejoining his colleagues. The woman’s face glowed with pride and affection as she watched him go.

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