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Devarian Exile

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Sierra Dafoe

ISBN :978-1-4874-3926-2

Page :90

Word Count :25371

Publication Date :2023-03-03

Series : Devarian Chronicles#1

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Devarian Exile (prc) , Devarian Exile (pdf) , Devarian Exile (mobi) , Devarian Exile (epub)

Category : Science Fiction Romance

  • Product Code: 978-1-4874-3926-2

In a galaxy where all men are slaves, one woman must battle an empire to free the man she loves.

Under the laws of the Nine-Star League, all men are slaves. But when Soleyla Devarian, a captain of the elite League Guardians, falls in love with her new pleasure slave, Kantou, she begins to question the very League she is sworn to uphold.

Badly abused by his previous owner, Kantou is handsome, intelligent, and painfully vulnerable. Soleyla, moved by his yearning for a woman to whom he can give himself utterly, vows to prove she is that woman and make Kantou feel safe enough to submit to her completely. 

But when she is posted to Antoros, a newly discovered world in the far reaches of the galaxy, Soleyla finds herself equally drawn to Rolen, the fiery, passionate leader of the Antorean rebels the Guardians have been ordered to crush. Now Soleyla's trapped between two alluring men and their conflicting desires, and there's only one way to fulfill them both!

2006 CAPA Nominee! Best BDSM

This book was previously published many years ago and has been reedited for its re-release.

WARNING: This book contains explicit sexuality, anal penetration, and voyeurism.

A Love Romances & More Staff Pick! “An exciting and extremely erotic new trilogy.”

A Road to Romance Recommended Read! “A wild, edge of the seat ride! This is truly one of those rare books you cannot put down.”

5 Blue Ribbons! “Beautifully crafted, erotic, and passionate... If you are new to erotic romance, then DEVARIAN EXILE is an excellent starting point. And for those devotees of erotic romance amongst you, I would say that if you miss this book, you do so at your own peril.” Romance Junkies

5 Stars! “A sexy, seductive and romantic science fiction tale that I could not put down!” Just Erotic Romance Reviews

5 Flags! “This book is so hot it must NOT be read without access to air conditioning, a bucket of ice, and a cold shower!” Euro-Reviews

Captain Soleyla Devarian strode through the market, her blue Guardian’s cloak whipping behind her, rage blazing through every sinew of her body. How dare her mother do this to her? She was so furious she spared barely a glance for the tents she passed, or even for the slaves displayed outside them.

If she was going to be forced to spend six months on some barren mudball halfway across the galaxy, Soleyla swore to herself, she was damned if she was going to spend it alone.

The first time she’d seen the market on Porto V, Soleyla had been sixteen. For the daughters of senators, the purchase of one’s first pleasure slave was as much a rite of passage as the sword trial itself. The trial, a culmination of three years’ military training in the Guardian schools, was both final exam and placement test. When Soleyla had disarmed the three V’ranyii her sword mistress sent against her in record time, slaying two in the process and simultaneously earning herself a Guardian commission as a second lieutenant, her mother had rewarded her in the customary manner by ordering the portals readied for the journey to Porto.

From the biting cold of an Argulian winter, Soleyla had stepped from the portal onto soft white sand. The feathery fronds of unfamiliar trees had rustled in a light, warm breeze. Wide-eyed, she’d followed her mother from the debarkation point down the slope toward the market.

The colored awnings and silken tents had looked flimsy to Soleyla, raised as she was on Argulus where the fierce winter winds necessitated massive stone buildings to withstand their blast. The market had spread out before her, a riot of color under a gentle yellow sun. But it wasn’t the tents, or even the azure sea sparkling off in the distance, that caught Soleyla’s eye.

It was the men.

They’d posed outside the sellers’ tents, living advertise-ments of their owners’ wares. Their firm, taut bodies reignited the strange, unfamiliar restlessness that had begun plaguing her over the past few months, swelling the pulsing heat between her legs. Soleyla had studied them, following the line of their taut, tapered waists to where their greatest assets were displayed to her devouring gaze, nestled amid curls of black, brown, or copper hair.

One slave, a sleek, light-haired fellow with eyes the color of the distant sea, had fondled himself before her eyes, his cock hardening under his caressing fingers as he shot Soleyla a beckoning, seductive glance.

Her mouth had gone dry as she stared at his hands trailing up and down his thickening shaft. She’d watched him rub the darkening tip between his deft fingers, stroking them lightly across the velvety skin. Her footsteps lagged, and she’d found herself wanting to command him to rub himself faster, wanting to watch the muscles of his forearm clench and flex as he tightened his grip, watch his head drop back and his eyes fall shut as he stroked his warm, pulsing erection harder and harder…

Rachel Devarian had looked down at her flushed, staring daughter with an amused smile. “Patience, Soleyla,” she’d murmured. “Do you think the merchants put their best wares on display in the streets?”

Obediently, Soleyla had followed her red-cloaked mother, but she hadn’t been able to resist glancing back at the light-haired man, catching an expression of disappointment on his face as the tall, regal woman, clearly marked by her crimson cloak with its titanium clasp as a Senator of the Nine-Star League, moved away.

It hadn’t been likely that the man—a mere pleasure slave—had known her mother’s name, much less her preeminence as First Senator of the League. But that hardly mattered, Soleyla had realized, watching the way his eyes followed Rachel. A forlorn hope shone in them, and she could almost read his thoughts. To be plucked from the pleasure market, taken into the household of a senator! It would be the height of ambition for slaves such as these—men selected in childhood for their attractiveness and trained in the arts of pleasing a woman.

It had never occurred to her that men had dreams, too—no matter how small and inconsequential those dreams might seem to her, Soleyla, daughter of Senator Rachel Devarian, Regent of Argulus IV.

She hadn’t been entirely ignorant, of course, of the sensual uses to which a man could be put, even at sixteen. She’d walked in on her mother and one or more of the six pleasure slaves her rank entitled her to, any number of times. But she herself had had no more than the briefest of conversations with the ordinary slaves who tended the fields, the manor, the livestock—and none at all with the six her mother kept for pleasure.

It had been a shock to realize they might have dreams.

Her mother had led her to Merkun’s establishment—an interlocking series of blue silken tents, the fabric fluttering lightly in the soft, sultry breeze. Wave after wave of half-understood sensation had flowed through her as Merkun paraded one man after another through the small blue chamber. Soleyla had watched Rachel inspect the men, her mother’s long, capable fingers feeling their muscles, caressing their buttocks, curving down to cup their full, heavy testes. Soleyla had longed to be the one touching them, caressing all that warm, waiting flesh, but she’d sat quietly, awaiting her mother’s choice.

Finally, her mother had decided on Danel. Dear, sweet Danel, who’d eased her gently into the knowledge of her own womanhood, who’d always been there, eager to please, whenever she’d wanted him. His softness, his sweetness, his gentle pliancy to her moods and needs had made him, Soleyla had to admit, an ideal selection for her first pleasure slave.

Which made her mother’s betrayal bitter indeed.

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