Bride of the Keil Warriors
A brand new Sci-Fi Menage Romance by Yamila Abraham!!
Amerset leaves her world to give herself to the two rival Keil Warriors who may bring her people salvation.A romantic sci-fi erotica with a compelling journey leading up to each of the heated love scenes. This is a true ménage story with m/f/m.
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Excerpt ~
Amerset
stood before the man who owned her sister.
The
mustached merchant was wealthy enough to be fat and sweated beneath his
embroidered silk cap. Next to him was a
slave girl no older than ten holding up an electric fan so that it was level
with his face. The shirtless girl was
being used as one would use a piece of furniture. Amerset met her large brown eyes only
briefly, and then it was as though she vanished. The girl faded into the background of the
room the way a table or shelf would.
Bhadeem
focused on his computer and tapped a moment on his keyboard. When his gaze moved toward Amerset she saw
his lips curl with a sneer.
"What
is this about?" he spoke in the hurried, way typical of the merchant class. Before Amerset could draw breath for an
answer he said, "I've been a gracious master to your sister—and now you
confront me? You come without even an appointment? You would have such gall?"
Amerset
watched him while forming no expression of her own. The flustered man turned back to his
computer.
"I've
done everything within my rights. You've
no business coming to complain to me now."
Oh.
She
realized his flustered disposition was due to the guilt he felt for what he'd
done to her family. She'd already written
off those offenses as the plight of her caste—the customary fate of the Keil. Bhadeem was just a cog in a defective machine
to her. If he hadn't pillaged her family
some other merchant or noble would have.
"I'm
not here to confront you."
He
turned to face her again. The
derisiveness in his expression was now tinged with feigned disgust.
"What
then? I already have a wife and two
concubines." He looked her up and
down. She was wearing a tight green silk
suit that hugged the supple curves of her body. Amerset saw him gulp. "I mean...I suppose..."
"I
already have a lover."
He
snuffled and his shaggy eyebrows twitched.
"I heard a thing or two. You're
with a senator. Senator Paraq."
She
nodded.
"Did
he send you?"
"No. I'm here on my own business. I have an offer for you."
He
leaned back in his seat. "You
should have said it was business from the start."
He
gestured to the empty chair before his desk.
Amerset sat.
"You
know, little Sahi is a darling child. My
daughter Prijah regards her as her very best friend. She's almost part of the family."
"I
know you're good to my sister," she said, despite being aware that he'd
never provided Sahi with a pair of shoes and had her sleeping on the floor
(many slaves had it far worse). "That's
why I'm bringing my business to you."
He
tented his fingers. "Alright
then. I'm always in the mind for some
business."
"This
is private business. Very lucrative, but
personal. Paraq doesn't know I'm
here. I must know that I can trust you
to keep this meeting secret."
He
shrugged. "If it's lucrative then
I've a stake in keeping others out of it.
I don't have any reason to get you in trouble with Paraq. Everything that happened—you know, with your
stepfather, your sister, your land—that was all business. I was never out to get you or your
mother. I'm not a beast."
Amerset
gave a dismissive nod. Old hatred was
starting to boil up that would do her no service now. She cleared her throat.
"Have
you kept up with what's happened on the former prison moon?"
He
shrugged with one shoulder. "I know
that they're supposed to be called the Keil Nation now—all those prisoners up
there. The government can call them
whatever they want. It doesn't really
matter to us down here."
"For
some reason it does. Paraq said the
senate has been abuzz for days now.
They're setting up diplomatic relations.
That's why they suddenly declared the moon to be its own nation."
Bhadeem
gaped at her with a dent between his brows.
"Why?"
"I
don't know. They must have discovered
something of value."
He
grew even more bewildered.
"They're
sending an emissary in a few days."
"Insanity. The Keil warriors will tear him to
pieces."
"They
don't think so. They've already made
contact and they're bringing gifts."
Bhadeem
scoffed. "What could be valuable up
on the moon?"
"The
better question is, what is valuable to the Keil? I overheard Paraq tell his wife that the king
is asking the nobles if any of them have a Keil female as a slave. They want to purchase her and offer her as
one of their gifts."
"It's
illegal for anyone to take a slave from the warrior class."
"Of
course. So they're going to come up
empty." She leaned closer. "But I'm a Keil, Bhadeem. My father was a Keil warrior. He was killed twelve years ago during the Surdin
Trials. Mother remarried,
obviously, which is how she had Sahi.
But Sahi's father was not my father.
I'm a Keil, by blood and by law.
I can be the slave they bring as a gift."
Bhadeem
gaped at her, slowly absorbing each word.
"You...you want to go up there?
The only woman—with all those criminals?"
Her
eyes narrowed. "The Keil warriors
are not criminals. You know they were
just rounded up to prevent a revolt."
He
turned up his hands. "Even if they
were innocent, it's in their nature to be criminals. It was just a matter of time. They're vicious brutes."
"Do
you want to do business with me or not?" Venom built up in her voice. "The king is offering seventy thousand ruppeel
for a Keil slave-woman to present as a gift."
Bhadeem's
eyes bulged. "Seventy
thousand!"
"He's
asking for a pure Keil woman to give to their leader as a bride. That's why the price is so high."
Bhadeem's
brows pinched inward once again. It was
an offensive glare—but Amerset was above such pettiness.
"I'm
still a virgin. Paraq has only had use
of my...backside."
She
expected ridicule at the admission. Bhadeem's
sober face caused her to gain one more small kernel of respect for him.
"I'm
not his concubine. This was an
arrangement for survival." More
words were on her lips, but she held them back.
This was not the time to lament her life's situation.
"You'll
let a civil matron verify your purity?"
Amerset
reached into her satchel and pulled out a certificate. "I've already done so. It's stamped for today."
He
examined the document while continuing to nod.
"I'm
willing to allow you to broker my sale, but we must have a contract, notarized
by a magistrate, that states you will use ten thousand ruppeel to buy Sahi
title back into the laborer's caste."
"Oh." He looked up slowly. "So this is all for your little
sister."
"I
have...other reasons. But I want to be
sure you can't sell her to a brothel when she's of age. She'll be your servant hence forth—not your
slave. And that title will give her the
right to an apprenticeship at the trade school branch of the merchants'
academy."
Bhadeem
brightened. "Ah, yes. She can go when my Prijah goes. They can look after each other."
Amerset
pursed her lips. That was just what she
wanted to hear, but it wasn't in her nature to exhibit happiness before
merchants.
"In
the meantime, Sahi's to have a bed, and a pair of shoes, and more than two sets
of clothes."
He
nodded amicably to the demands. "I
shall have to give Prijah some jewels if I buy Sahi gifts. It wouldn't do for her to become
jealous."
"You'll
have plenty of money for all of that—and enough profit for yourself
besides."
Bhadeem
contemplated. "What of Paraq? Will he be angry?"
"Does
that matter to you more than seventy thousand ruppeel?"
He
grinned, revealing two gold encased front teeth. "No.
No it certainly does not. But
what a vicious woman you are, breaking the Senator's heart."
Amerset
crossed her arm. "You talked about
the Keil being vicious brutes—I say those of the noble class are the real
brutes. Paraq regards me as his exotic
whore. He doesn't deserve me."
Bhadeem
placed her certificate into a folder.
"Brazen words for a woman from the disgraced caste."
She
kept her glare fixed on him. "Being
Keil doesn't make me worth less than you.
You merchants are just the nobles' puppets."
"The
Damet is a merchant, try not to forget that. My caste is the favored of the gods."
"Your
Damet died decades ago."
"Tsk...so
in addition to a shrill tongue you are also a revolutionary."
"Yes."
Bhadeem
stood to go to a file cabinet.
"Then the prison moon is right where you belong."
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