“Is sucking your cock, along with
swallowing your cum, an order?” she asked.
“Yes. You obviously understand a military
chain of command. I am a Command Officer. You will do everything I demand of
you.”
Another look of indulgence crossed her face
as she looked into his eyes. “Anything you demand…and command. Of course.” She
lowered her gaze and surrounded the tip of his cock with her lips.
He wasn’t sure if her words were meant to
be submissive or sarcastic. At the moment, he didn’t care as long as she
complied. And, oh, fucking hell! The sight of that compliance almost had him
coming right then but he held back. He was too big for most women to suck
properly, so when she slid her beautiful mouth over his entire cock head a
little at a time, his fingers tightened in her long black hair and sweat broke
out on his brow.
The other warrior held the back of her neck
to make certain she didn’t stop. “A rare talent, this one,” he murmured. At the
same time, his free hand connected with her ass. Over and over again he spanked
her, the sounds of the hard smacks echoed in the room.
“Mmm, mmm.” She squirmed while her ass
slowly turned a deep shade of pink.
Her submissiveness, being at their sexual
mercy, intensified Torque’s need and pleasure. “Yeah, use your tongue, baby.”
He looked at the third man. “You too. Make her squirm even more.”
The man nodded and moved onto the bed. He
slid underneath her and gripped her hips. “She’s moving too much. Stop smacking
her ass.”
The warrior spanking her lowered his hand.
“Fine. Her skin is too fair to take much more anyway. I’ll finger-fuck her
asshole while you lick her cunt. Is she wet?”
“Practically dripping.”
“Good. Let’s see how many times we can make
this bitch come.”
“Hey!” Torque grabbed the man’s arm and his
temperature spiked. “Speak about her respectfully or leave us now.”
“This is a fuck fest, Torque. I’ve heard
you say worse to initiates. Ease up. She knows I mean no disrespect.”
“This is an ancient rite,” he countered
sternly. “You will treat it as such.”
The warrior glared at him and looked ready
to toss back another smart remark but apparently changed his mind for his mouth
tightened and he remained silent. He pulled away and nodded, then he raised a
finger to his lips and moistened it thoroughly. His gaze never wavered though,
in apparently as much of a challenge as he was prepared to offer at the moment.
The man’s displeasure was obvious and
Torque almost relished a fight to show the warrior his place. Now was not the
time however. As much as it irritated the shit out of him, he broke eye contact
before the situation escalated. He’d modified his behavior almost too much
lately and wondered at the cause.
Am I getting soft?
After a heartbeat, he knew the answer.
Fuck
no.
He’d beat any male senseless who came up against him…or this woman, if
pushed to it. But he was smart enough to know that now was not the time or
place. He’d deal with the insubordination later if needed. Right now, more important
issues had to be handled and finalized. He watched in silence as the warrior
worked his thick finger into her asshole.
She glanced up at him and he swore he saw a
smile in her eyes before she looked back down. As she continued to suck him,
she moaned around his cock and wiggled her butt.
The other warrior chuckled as he drilled
his finger deep.
“Keep still so I can lick your clit,” the
male beneath her ordered as he tightened his hold on her hips.
She jerked slightly and her fingers curled
against his thighs. Torque could almost feel her pleasure. He understood her
reaction to the penetration of her ass and now the licking of her pussy. She
loved all the stimulation. “You like being fucked by all of us at the same
time, don’t you?” In response she bobbed her head faster, practically demanding
the cum from his cock.
He moaned at the sight and sensations. Each
movement and sound drew him closer to an explosive climax. No way was he
letting this woman go after this was over. She was too special and sexually
compliant. She’d be more than happy to indulge him and all of his personal
sexual needs, he was certain. He was quite eager to indulge hers.
Beyond the sexual attraction, she was
obviously strong-willed, intelligent and self-reliant. A woman of substance. A
fighter. He’d seen the fire in her eyes more than once. She was a woman who
would stand by his side as an equal.
A sound penetrated his head. Like before.
Only louder this time.
No!
This woman had the best tongue and mouth in
the universe and he was about to shoot a massive amount of cum down her throat.
Just one more minute…
Deep Space
An alarm jarred Torque awake.
Fuck!
When he opened his eyes, the frigid expanse
of empty space greeted him through the viewing portals along the front of the
orbiter. He sat in the controller seat and scrubbed a hand down his face. Focusing
on his source of irritation, he looked down at the orbiter’s navigational
panel.
The piss-poor alarm sounded more like a
sick avian. Unfortunately it had been enough to jolt him back to reality. His
dreams and fantasies held much more appeal these days than the shit storm that
made up his real life. He cringed and rubbed his arm, which still ached from
where he’d been shot with a disruptor not long ago.
Brianna, his sister and the one in charge
of their deep-space mission, stepped up behind him. She placed a hand on his
shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just an alert. We’re about
to make the system-entry point into what the humans call the Milky Way.” He
switched off the noise then turned toward her. “It won’t be long now.”
As she checked their coordinates, she
nodded. “We made better time than I expected. You’re not pushing the engines
too hard, are you?”
“We haven’t exploded yet, have we?”
Brianna frowned. “Not the time or the place
for sarcasm, brother. Control your attitude until this is over. At least in
front of the others.”
He glanced around. “The others aren’t up
here with us.”
“I’m just advising you, Torque. We have no
backup out here. Not for a while. We only have ourselves to rely on. Remember
the seriousness of this mission and don’t bring down morale with your usual
poor outlook when faced with a difficult situation.”
Usual poor outlook? His outlook was
realistic, which was something they definitely needed here. His siblings had a
habit of glorifying missions, even after all they’d lost, believing that good
would prevail, no matter the circumstances. Someone needed to remain
levelheaded about what they were facing.
Her eyes narrowed as if she had read his
response. And he expected she had from the probable look on his face. She knew
him well. But then, he knew her too and anticipated her next move would be to
pull rank to try to put him in his place. Given his irritation, the outcome of
such would be dubious at best.
Instead, and to his surprise, she asked,
“What’s the yellow light on Panel N3? A warning? I’m not familiar with this
control layout.”
Grateful for the change in subject from a
situation that likely would have turned into a battle of wills, he swiveled
toward the panel. He was barely familiar with this outdated ship himself. He
leaned forward. Engineering Panel N3… What the hell
was
that?
A female warrior, Halah Shirota, pushed
past Brianna and tapped a small data screen. “Nothing to worry about. It’s a
thruster problem. I’m working on it. It needs a manual reset.”
“A reset? I can take care of that,” Brianna
said. “You stay here and make sure it engages correctly with the software. I’ll
go down.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I need to do something physical to
burn off my stress.”
Stress caused by me
, Torque thought as their gazes briefly met. Well, he was stressed
too. Fucking mission.
She brushed past Halah. “Sam? You want to
join me? I’ll show you a few things about the ship.”
Torque frowned. His sister had recently
become mated to an Earth man—Lieutenant Colonel Sam Briggs. The joining would
likely produce problems in the future. He hadn’t even been able to brand her to
show their union. Instead, she’d given him her Koll family ID jewel to wear on
his uniform. Far from official under Xylon law. But then, Xylon had been
destroyed, so their laws meant little more than tradition now, he supposed.
Still, their differences were bound to cause major conflicts at some point. He
was certain of that. Teaching Briggs too much about their technology didn’t sit
well in his mind.
Sam rose from his seat and stepped forward.
“Sure. The more I know, the better.” They both disappeared down a hatch into
the bowels of the orbiter.
As Halah sat down and called up the
software, Torque checked the thruster settings. Sure enough. Offline. Shitty
piece of crap. If they arrived at their destination in one piece and still able
to carry out their mission, he’d eat a moon minion’s cunt.
The memory of his dream suddenly returned
in full force and he almost groaned. He’d rather eat
her
cunt. And
experience her eating his cock once more. Next time to completion.
The woman on the bed had been tormenting
him for too many nights to count. He didn’t even know her name. Strangely, her
visage seemed to shift slightly from dream to dream. But he always knew it was
her. He didn’t know if she was a Xylon female, someone from Earth, or a woman
who inhabited some other humanoid-populated planet.
She was definitely a woman of some
importance—a commander maybe—and she was more than a sexual figment of his
imagination. Well, he longed for her to be. The possibility kept him going, kept
him hoping it was finally a breeder vision of his own. Not that he’d ever admit
something like that aloud. He was a loner, always had been and had always
preferred it that way. But lately…
* * * * *
Sam followed Brianna down to what he
surmised were the engineering and environmental controls of the ship. He’d been
a pilot for many years but he had little understanding of this alien technology
and felt sorely out of place.
“It’s not that different than what you’re
used to,” she said as if reading his confusion. “Just a bit more advanced.”
“More than a bit, I’d say.”
“Well, perhaps. The principle functions are
basically the same though. If you could read Akkadian, the official language of
Xylon, you’d recognize various controls, I’m sure.”
“I think you give me too much credit.”
Their energy sources, environmental controls and computer systems felt eons
beyond anything he’d ever worked with.
She stopped in front of a panel and opened
it to reveal several rows of small, multicolored, square buttons. “The thruster
controls are in here. We need to reset the sequence.”
A letter of some sort appeared in the
center of each button. No other writing was apparent from what he could see.
“I’m impressed with your engineering knowledge.”
“Why’s that? Because I’m a female?” She
grinned.
“Um…yeah.” From the smile on her face, he
apparently hadn’t insulted her. But he still regretted his words. “Sorry.”
“Earth women are engineers too, aren’t
they?”
“Sure. But I haven’t come across that many
lately. Not the ones that still get down and dirty with the equipment.” Truth
be told, women were generally higher up in the engineering fields now and men
did the grunt work.
“Don’t be too impressed. I’m familiar with
most of the controls down here. The panel up top is more than a bit confusing.
It’s an old layout that I never trained under. Halah knows about the detailed
workings if you have any in-depth questions. This old model has been
refurbished to save time and resources. I’m sure you can guess at the problems
that causes.”
“I can relate. I’ve dealt with plenty of
outdated equipment throughout my career.” Sam watched her work. Damn, he loved
this woman. Now that they were finally headed back to Earth, he worried about
their future though. If the Xylons’ agenda interfered in any way with the
safety of the planet, trouble was a given. They were trying to help. He knew
that. But Xylon was their priority. He just hoped they understood that Earth
was
his
priority.
Brianna glanced back at him with a question
in her eyes. Had she asked him something or started explaining the reset
procedure? “I’m sorry. What?”
She smiled slightly. “It wasn’t important.
You seemed very deep in thought. Are you all right?”
“I was just thinking how incredibly sexy
you look.” Which actually was the truth. He’d never seen a more desirable
woman.
She chuckled. “While I’m working on a
thruster?”
“The fact that you know how to work on a
thruster is oddly seductive to me.” He stepped up behind her and slid his arms
around her waist.
She closed the panel and turned in his
arms. “If I’d have known that, I would have taken over the engineering duties
earlier. This is probably the only part of the ship where we can be alone. It’s
been too long.”
“My thoughts exactly.” He leaned in and
covered her lips with his. When he’d volunteered for this job, he’d known it
would change his life. He just hadn’t known how much. She opened her mouth and
he slipped his tongue inside. She tasted of hot, needy woman. He loved that. He
moved his hands down her back to settle on her butt. Each cheek was a perfect
handful.
Gradually she slid her hand between their
bodies and began tugging at his belt. The world of Xylon and their society was
steeped in sexual ceremonies and rites. Sex for them was central to survival.
More than reproductive, it was integral to their entire well-being. He had no
complaints. He squeezed her ass briefly then moved his hands up her shapely body.
Working on one fastener, then the next, he undid the front of her uniform,
exposing her ample breasts, along with a set of dog tags he’d given her to
wear, which for him represented their connection as mates.
She unzipped his trousers, reached inside his
pants and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Already semi-hard. I love
that.”
He loved it too. Just thinking about her
touch made his cock stand at attention. He leaned down and took one of her
plump nipples between his lips.
“Yes. Suck it,” she whispered. “Oh, more,
Sam. Yes, just like that.”
As he sucked her nipple, enjoying the taste
of her skin, he pushed down her uniform until she stepped out of it. He felt
between her legs. Wet. So wet. His heart pounded and his cock hardened almost
painfully. He released her nipple and dropped to one knee. Unfortunately she
had to let go of his cock as he knelt. But he’d be inside her soon, fucking her
until his cock exploded and went limp from being completely sucked dry by her
alien pussy. He knew exactly what to expect, craved it, and doubted he’d ever
tire of loving this woman.
Brianna tangled her fingers in his hair. He
spread the outer lips of her pussy with his thumbs and touched her lightly with
his tongue. Each Xylon woman had her own taste, he’d been told, and she smelled
and tasted unlike any Earth woman—warm, slightly sweet like an exotic piece of
fruit and extremely tantalizing. Even her breasts had a unique flavor—like warm
cinnamon. When she moaned and draped one leg over his shoulder, he cupped that
side of her butt with his palm to hold her steady. He began to lick her slowly,
thoroughly.
She squirmed and whimpered. “Faster. I need
to come. Lick faster.”
He loved it when she demanded more. Despite
her words, he continued the slow torture. Then he took her clit between his
teeth and nibbled on the fleshy bud.
“Oh! Sam! Yes. I’m going to come.”
He released her clit, ending the sensations
before she reached the point of no return. He wanted to extend the pleasure
just a while longer. She always came harder that way.
“Don’t stop now!” She tugged on his hair.
He knew her body as well as his own and
relished the challenge of making her climax wildly whenever they were together.
He didn’t succeed every time but they always enjoyed each other. He covered her
clit with his lips and gently sucked.
She bucked against his mouth. “Ah, ah, ah!”
Again just before she came, he stopped.
“No…”
Despite her cry of protest, he pulled away
and stood before her. He wanted them to orgasm together. “I’m going to fuck you
until you beg me to stop.”
“That’ll never happen.”
Then until we’re both completely spent.
He grabbed her ass and lifted her, pressing her against the closed
panel behind her. There wasn’t much room down here. But they didn’t need much.
Without another word, he thrust his cock deeply into her pussy. His mind and
body exploded with desire and pleasure. Being inside her always felt so right.
Brianna groaned and clawed at his back. She
wrapped her legs around him. “Yes, fuck me!”
He began fucking her like a wild man,
knowing this might be their last chance for a long while. At the same time, he
wanted to love her tenderly. Unfortunately the bowels of an old, dirty ship
weren’t the place for it so he continued thrusting into her with abandon. He
had no intentions of stopping this time. He needed to come—hard and heavy. And
he needed to feel her come.
Her muscles tightened around his body and
around his cock. When she screeched in pleasure, he came a second later with a
loud groan and they enjoyed their mind-numbing climax together. He didn’t even
care if everyone up top heard them. He needed his wife.
She collapsed in his arms and he simply
held her for a moment. He brushed her ear with his lips. “I love you.” Slowly
he lowered her to her feet. The soft look in her eyes when their gazes met
almost undid him.
“I love you too, Sam.” She cupped his
cheek. “More than I ever believed was possible to love one person.”
Ah yes.
Despite their myriad differences, she was his woman. For now and forever. He’d
make sure of that.
* * * * *
Torque watched Brianna and Sam come back up
top. They released their clasped hands but their fingers lingered as they
slowly parted.
“It’s about time,” he muttered.
Halah had vacated the seat next to him to
check some additional controls at the back of the orbiter. Brianna slipped into
the empty seat. Torque felt her pointed stare. When she failed to speak, he
broke the silence. “What?”
“Are you all right? You’re more surly than
usual. What’s going on with you this mission? Talk to me.”