Free Her Alien Masters by Ann Jacobs

her…and having Antonio as well. He pictured them all becoming close, friends and lovers, sex slaves and Masters. “Oh yeah, my beautiful slave. I’ll like it, a lot. But I love you, now and always.”

 
    Epilogue
    Three months later
     
    “I’m glad Prince Arik decided to stop wearing that fearsome mask.”
    “Yes. Unlike what was rumored, his face is not so scarred that it frightens small children. I don’t know why he insisted on wearing it for so long.”
    Garnet smiled at the two old women who, despite their complaining, seemed happy enough to be drinking Arik’s wine and stuffing their wizened faces at the festival celebrating the six-month anniversary of his son’s birth.
    “They have no clue about the pain Arik endured so he could bare his face to his subjects without having them scream with terror.” Emerald shook her head then fixed her gaze on her prince. “My prince went through the seven hells to reach the point where he dares walk among his people. I’m so proud of him.”
    Garnet knew that. Their prince was a decent man she knew would make a just ruler for Obsidion. Already smiles were brighter in the Street of Pleasure, as customers and purveyors alike were profiting from the new law that no man could be made a eunuch.
    Because of Xander, she’d come to know firsthand that the making of eunuchs was cruel and wrong. The prince’s edict was right. No man should be denied the right to make love or to come.
    Business hadn’t slowed at all. Romulus’ fears had proven unfounded. Though some tourists had grumbled mightily about the impending shortage of eunuch sex slaves, those same tourists had for the most part said they’d choose from the emporiums’ available alternatives: beautiful women and whole but sterile males. Antonio and Xander had taken over managing the emporiums’ day-to-day operations, leaving Romulus free to pleasure Garnet although the four still played together often in the ménage a quatre that had begun shortly after hers and Romulus’s mating.
    “You seem happy, little sister,” Emerald said, her gaze on Pearl, who would take her own mate exactly one year after Garnet’s mating. “I hope Pearl will find as much contentment with Pak Lin as we have with our mates.”
    “I hope so, too.” Garnet would take Romulus’ hot cock—or Antonio’s, or even Xander’s, though his prowess was sorely lacking—any day over that of a sexbot, even one of Pak Song’s best. She imagined Emerald preferred Prince Arik to any bot, as well. Pearl, though, seemed to be anticipating a lifetime with her future mate’s inventory of sex toys—almost as much as she looked forward to mating with the cyborg-maker’s son himself.
    That could provide for some discord, but only time would tell. Needing her mate, Garnet looked his way and smiled. As always, Romulus responded quickly, meeting her gaze with a heated one of his own. “Let’s go home,” he said, clasping her hand and nodding his goodbyes to the royal assembly.
    Yes, Romulus always knew what Garnet wanted, for she always wanted him. In the transporter, he suckled her nipples while she stroked his golden cock. Soon they’d be home, hearing the sounds from the adjoining suite that told her Antonio was as happy with his mate as Garnet was with hers.
    They’d soon strip off their celebratory garments and make slow, hot love. The reality of that love beat her wildest fantasies. Maybe he’d summon the men they both loved to join them, as they often did.
    She raised her head and looked into her mate’s passion-glazed eyes. “You know I love you, Master mine.”
    “Yes, but I love you more. More than wealth. More than life itself.”
    The End
     

 
    About the Author
     
    Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®, to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional involvement and lifelong commitment—the elusive