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Spaceport: Marked Jade Buchanan Chet will do anything and everything for a good time and some hard earned coins -- men or women, two arms or four, yellow, blue or smoky hazel skin. Unfortunately, the Nil Raja prostitute has run across a few bad men… and not the good kind of bad, either. Trying to change his stripes to fool them seemed like a good idea at the time but now he’s in front of the authorities being told he has to atone for some crime. Bah! Councilor Ainsley Porter never thought he’d be put in this position. Not only does he have to deal with a big intimidating warrior in his office, now he has to figure out what to do with the sultry, intriguing whore who’s been causing trouble in his sector. To make things even more complicated, he’s now receiving death threats for interfering in something bigger than himself. Dinesh D’Ahnanjay Girisha is not a happy Nil Raja. He’s been forced off planet to a backwater spaceport full of undesirables, lifesworn to protect a gorgeous uptight councilor, and drawn to a Nil Raja Otha who falls into his lap. Men may be after both Chet and Ainsley, but no one touches what belongs to Dinesh. .
Chapter One “Yeah, you like that big cock in your mouth, boy?” Chet paused at the words, turning and spying the hard miner currently backing a slim figure against the wall. He recognized the young man as one of the corridor kids, and it didn’t look like he was enjoying himself. The corridor kid choked, his movements jerky. His hands were held flat to the wall behind him, his face turning blue. “Yeah, you like that big hui? You like that? Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Three men stood around the two figures, big men. They wore fierce smirks the way Chet wore his silk robes, as if they were born with them. Two were palming their own cocks through their coarse trousers, as if waiting for their leader to finish before having their turn. “Yeah, you want my come, don’t you? Little whores like you like to drink from the big fountain of man cream, don’t you? All over your face, blyat, come all over your pretty face.” Biting his lip, Chet considered his next move. He wouldn’t be able to take the four men, but there was no way he was going to sit back here and let one of the kids be treated roughly. The corridor kid was old enough to take care of himself and he was past the age of consent, but that didn’t really matter right now. Whether this transaction had started out willingly or not, he definitely didn’t appear to be willing now. Chet had heard of the man who had the kid backed into the wall. His name was Chopar, and he had a reputation. Most of the Nil Raja stayed away from him and his ilk because they were known to be rough. They didn’t much care if they accidentally choked you to death as long as they got their rocks off in the end. There were rumors they were the ones responsible for the state of the new prosti who’d been beaten badly. She hadn’t wanted to take them all on so they apparently thought to teach her a lesson. .
Jade Buchanan Spaceport: Marked - 6 - “Behen chod, you bit me, you little suka!” The man pulled his dick back, checking it for blood. The corridor kid tried to skitter away, but he was quickly held in place by one of the goons. Chopar smacked the kid on the side of the face, sending him flying to the ground. The goon knelt on the ground beside the kid, grabbing his arm. “Gentlemen, you don’t want an inexperienced boy like this. Would you not prefer to have something beyond your… wildest dreams?” Chet strolled forward, his movement intent, slinky. Seductive. Chopar backed away from the kid at his feet, his eyes wide. “Nil Raja!” Chet would bet his life savings this man had never been with a genuine Nil Raja. None of his Otha brethren would touch this dirty, slimy cesspool. With a flick of his lashes, he peered up at the three other goons, paying special attention to the one who was still holding the corridor kid. He wished he knew the kid’s name, but it wouldn’t matter. He needed to get him out of here. Sliding one hand down his slim chest, Chet touched the very edge of his chest markings, the intricate blue swirls that danced around his nipples. He tossed his head back, knowing how attractive the long fall of indigo strands was to someone not used to seeing it. Everything about him was soft, pampered. Special. And here he was pandering to these lowlifes. It was worth it, though, if he could prevent one of the kids from being hurt. He tangled his fingers in the jeweled necklace he wore, licking his lips to make them glisten. One of the men groaned. Encouraged, Chet flipped open his silk robes, displaying the cerulean loincloth wrapped low around his hips. It wasn’t the loincloth he was trying to show off, though. No, he wanted them to look at the glistening blue jewel imbedded in his navel, and the top of the patterned markings above his cock, the blue swirls that wrapped around his waist, above his groin, dipping and swaying over his body. He touched one, moaning in heat, tossing his head again. “Chiu!” The man holding the corridor kid gasped, reaching his climax and letting go of his bounty. Well, that was easy. You’d think he’d never seen an Otha Nil Raja .
Jade Buchanan Spaceport: Marked - 7 - before. While the others were distracted by his beauty, Chet looked down at the kid, blinking slowly. The corridor kid nodded, running away quickly, unnoticed by the miners. Left alone with three panting men -- and their almost comatose friend -- Chet cursed himself silently. This wasn’t going to be fun, but he didn’t have much of a choice now. The kid was safe and that was all that mattered. Chopar reached him first, grasping his hair in a hard hold. Chet held in his gasp of dismay, gritting his teeth. He coyly glanced up at Chopar beneath lowered lids, hiding his disdain. The other two men surrounded them, quickly jerking their own cocks in frenzied motions, as if the sight of him was too overwhelming for them to wait their turn. “I want your mouth, suka.” Chet was not this man’s bitch, and he never would be. Nevertheless, he slid gracefully to his knees, reaching for Chopar’s cock. Did this man not know how to wash himself? He stank of piss and unwashed body. Wrinkling his nose delicately, Chet opened his mouth, sucking the head of Chopar’s dick. He closed his eyes, swirling his tongue, determined to get him off as fast as possible. Moaning in a poor parody of his normal heated voice, Chet tried to fool them into thinking he was as hot for this as they were. Nil Raja were notorious for loving sex, at least the Nil Raja that these men were familiar with. It was extremely rare for any of the other castes to visit the spaceport, so most of Adana’s inhabitants only knew of the Otha caste. The prostitutes, the beloved whores. They were able to choose their own partners because they were worth every credit they cost. Men like Chopar were normally forced to visit the Nil Raja fakes, men and women who copied Nil Raja markings, trying to pass themselves off as the real thing. One of the goons gasped, finding his release. Chet grinned. Two down, two to go. He swirled his tongue again, moaning around the cock in his mouth. .
Jade Buchanan Spaceport: Marked - 8 - Chet had seen more than one prosti down here with poor imitations of his own markings. It had given him a bit of a thrill, pleased that they appreciated the way he looked. He knew that the only people they were truly fooling were themselves. Or perhaps some tourist unfamiliar with the Nil Raja species. The fakes always looked like fakes. Maybe it was just him, though. He could spot a real Nil Raja a mile away because he was one. Chopar grunted, his voice pained. Moving quickly, Chet twirled in place, getting out of the way just as Chopar came, his thick white seed falling harmlessly to the ground and not on Chet’s precious silks. The remaining man panted harshly, following Chopar into orgasm. Chet stood, intending to escape while they were all relaxed from their releases. “Where do you think you’re going, suka? Get back here. I’ve decided I’m going to keep you and your very talented mouth.” Confused, Chet glanced back at Chopar. The man held a weapon in his hand, a nasty little thing Chet wasn’t familiar with. Well, chiu, how was he going to get out of this? * * * With a snarl of impatience, Dinesh D’Ahnanjay Girisha waited for the ship to finish docking at their designated bay. The airlock slid open, and an official in a gray and red uniform stood in front of him. “Welcome to Spaceport Adana. I need to inspect your ship. It will be five hundred credits.” She didn’t even bother to look up from her scanner. Dinesh stood still, waiting. Finally, the official glanced up with a scowl on her face. He narrowed his gaze, curling his lip. Backing away quickly, she nodded. “O-or not. P-please enjoy your stay. Sir.” Nodding, Dinesh strode forward, stopping just outside the doors. He swept his gaze over the surrounding area, taking notice of everyone in the vicinity. .
Jade Buchanan Spaceport: Marked - 9 - Five Kalha disembarked after him, the last snickering when she met his gaze. He didn’t deal often with the artisans, but Marga obviously felt comfortable with him after their journey here from their home world, Nil Raja. “You do know it is customary for the ’Port officials to get their credits, Master Durgha.” Marga grinned briefly before snapping out a fan and holding it in front of her face. He bowed to her. “Lady Kalha. I will not pay them to dock here.” He curled his lip again. If he’d had a choice, he would never have come to this pit. “It is the rules.” “They are not my rules.” Nodding, she turned to view the Spaceport, her robes swirling around her body. Marga’s long hair was bound intricately, confined in hundreds of braids around her head, baring the delicate blue swirls that ran up the back of her neck. The artisans were always trying to make themselves as beautiful as their artwork. He’d had to wait an inordinately long time for them to finish fixing their hair before they’d even deign to get off the ship. A woman strode toward them, moving swiftly. Dinesh assessed her, seeing the warrior inside. She was like him, then. “Master Durgha. Lords and Ladies Kalha. Welcome to Spaceport Adana.” So, she knew their customs, addressing him as his caste and not his name. He was slightly impressed. She had just managed to raise his estimate of this backwater ’Port from piss poor to poor. Although, it was also possible she didn’t know his name. He didn’t care to share it with her. He bowed his head, noticing her gaze going to the broadsword strapped to his back. “I’m Commander Kala Decoltéir, in charge of ’Port Security. Councilman Porter asked me to meet you here. I assure you, you’ll be safe while on the ’Port.” He remained silent. He didn’t trust the security of this place. The only one who could keep the artisans safe was himself. It was extremely unusual for the Kalha to .
Jade Buchanan Spaceport: Marked - 10 - leave Nil Raja. This was something almost unheard of. The only thing more unlikely would be if one of the Prabha, the priests, had come here. Following the commander and his five Kalha down the busy corridor, Dinesh ignored the looks their party was receiving. You’d think these Humans had never seen Nil Raja before. A wash of smells assaulted his nose, the clatter of hundreds of people alarming to his ears. He didn’t like this. It would be too easy to be caught unaware. There were just too many people. He’d never seen so many different species all in one place before. They shouted over each other, moving swiftly to one destination or another. Above and below, the sights were the same, each floor a hive of activity. It appeared uncontrolled, but his trained eye caught the synchronicity underlying the actions. These people were almost performing a dance, each step rehearsed. They had roles, whether they were born to them or not, that determined their place inside the ’port. It was not unlike the Nil Raja themselves. Interesting. Everyone seemed to have their own position to play within the larger framework of the Spaceport. The commander moved them swiftly along Level 6, taking them toward the Council offices where they would meet this councilman who had asked them to come to the spaceport. He didn’t know much about the man, and it didn’t really matter. He was here to protect the artisans, not negotiate their services for them. Pausing, the commander glanced down at the immediate level below them. Something had obviously caught her attention. Dinesh readied the weapon at his side, following her gaze. The Kalha gasped, talking amongst themselves softly. Dinesh couldn’t determine exactly what had the commander’s attention. He wasn’t familiar enough with the spaceport to see what was out of the ordinary below. What he did see was enough to have him snarling softly. Men and women prowled the corridors below, crying out their offers for various sexual acts. Booths were set up. Various men lined up outside them, obviously waiting to receive their pleasure .