Lady Luck

by K. C. Cross

  The door alarm buzzes me out of my dream.

  God, it’s a nice dream. And one moment it’s fully there. I’m immersed in the fantasy world I created. And then… it’s gone.

  Fuck.

  The door alarm buzzes again. “Go away!” I yell.

  My cocks are super hard now. And then I remember Nyleena was here. I turn over and find her gone.

  Oh, yeah. I sorta kicked her out. But she kept talking. God. Why does she have to talk so much?

  Still, if I had been nicer she’d be here right now and I wouldn’t have to jerk off to tame my wild cocks.

  Note for next time she sleeps over. Be nice to her so I get a real fuck in the morning.

  The door alarm buzzes again. “Fuck!” I swing my legs out of bed and walk down the hallway, fisting both my cocks at the same time.

  When I get to the door I open up the privacy screen and spy Nyleena on the other side of the camera, leaning in on the buzzer. Scowling with determination.

  Well, then. Looks like I win anyway.

  I open the door with one hand and jerk my cocks with the other.

  She glances down at my naked body, then immediately back up at my face.

  She looks… different today. She’s wearing yellow, for one. A short, flirty skirt with white thigh-high boots. And her top is a pale pink.

  She almost looks… sweet—

  “What the fuck, Luck? I’ve been buzzing this damn door for like ten minutes.”

  —and then she opens her mouth and all the sweetness goes bitter.

  I sigh. “What do you want?”

  “I want…” She takes a deep breath. “I want a favor.”

  “A favor?” I ask, eyebrows rising up my forehead. “From me?”

  “Yes. I need to jump the line for the Pleasure Prison so I can go inside and talk to—”

  “I told you, that’s not gonna work.”

  “I think it is. I just need you to put my name at the top of the wait list. OK? That’s it. Then I’ll…” She glances down. I’m still jerking off. But hey, this is a typical morning hard-on. It will not go away until it gets the release it needs. “Gross.”

  I shrug, then have a bright idea. “Hey, if you let me fuck you real quick I’ll see what I can do about that list.”

  “Right now?”

  “Yeah. Right now.”

  “Fine,” she says, pushing me out of her way so she can enter my quarters.

  I close the door and smile. Because I can’t get her to the top of the list for the Pleasure Prison. People watch that list like a fucking oracle about to spit secrets. There’d be a riot if someone jumped the list. I don’t even have permission to do that. No one but Tray has that kind of power.

  I don’t have to tell her that, though.

  At least… not yet.

  “OK, take off your clothes,” I say.

  “What?” she snaps. “No. I’m not taking off my clothes for a sun-fucking quickie. Just…” She lifts up her skirt and pulls her panties aside. “Work around it.”

  “I’m in the mood for naked sex,” I joke. “So yeah—”

  “So no. You want this?” she says, panning a hand down her body. “You work. Around it.”

  “But I’m already naked. It’s not fair.”

  “Life’s not fair, Luck. You should’ve learned that lesson by now.”

  “OK,” I say, walking over to the couch and taking a seat. “But I get lap sex then. I’m not in the mood to fuck you against a wall today.”

  “Oh, my God. You’re so damn romantic I’m swooning.”

  “Just climb on,” I growl.

  She huffs, but walks over to me pulling up her skirt. She settles in my lap, then pulls her panties aside and guides my rock-hard cocks to her entrance.

  She grits her teeth when I enter her, then lets go of the panties and places both her hands on my shoulders. “Your brother Tray is a dick.”

  “We’re all dicks,” I say. “Bob up and down a little.”

  She does. Without comment. Like she’s super distracted.

  “I need to get in there,” she says, biting her lip when I take charge and thrust upward.

  I kinda like that lip-biting stuff. It’s super sexy.

  “Make your tits bounce,” I say. “I like it when they bounce.”

  She bobs a little higher. Bounces down a little harder. Pretty compliant this morning.

  I like her compliant. She’s almost tolerable.

  “I mean, he’s got that gaming pod in the damn control room and he won’t even let me just pop in real quick to get the answers I need.”

  “You can’t just pop into the Pleasure Prison, Nyleena. That’s not how it works.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Can we just fuck first and then talk?” I ask. “I’ll be quick. I just need the morning hard-ons to go away.”

  “Fine,” she says, her hips moving more artfully now.

  God. I really like how she does that. And her tits are right in my face. I want to rip that shirt down the middle and give her a motorboat right now.

  “Don’t you dare,” she warns, reading my mind.

  “Then bounce,” I say. “Just make me come. It’s not that hard.”

  She lifts up. So high my swollen heads get stuck at the edge of her opening and a powerful wave of pleasure fills me up.

  “Shit,” I say. “That feels great, baby. Do it again.”

  She gives me a weird look. Probably because I called her baby. But thank the sun, she keeps her mouth shut and just does as I asked. Lifting up until I’m stuck inside her then bouncing down hard, so her tits smack across my face.

  “Yeah,” I say. Because this is different. She feels different in the morning.

  “Come for me, Luck. Spill your super, double-cocked semen deep inside me and make me scream.”

  I know she’s just winding me up, but I don’t care. And it doesn’t take much to do that in the morning, anyway.

  So I grab her hips and help. Lifting her up until that new feeling swells inside my body, and then slamming her down on my bare thighs with a smack.

  “Oooooo,” she starts moaning. “Oh, yeah! Fuck me hard! Harder!”

  I come.

  I can’t stop myself.

  I close my eyes as an intense feeling of total calm and serenity sweeps through me.

  She kisses me. Right on the lips. And I’m just about to open my mouth and kiss her back when she pulls away and stands up, adjusting her skirt as she walks off.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To wipe your come off before it ruins my panties.”

  “Did you even come?” I ask.

  “No,” she calls from the hall bathroom. “But don’t worry. I’ll get off today at the regularly scheduled time.” She reappears, still adjusting her skirt, then says, “OK. Get me in.”

  Well, that was… fun while it lasted. And my cocks are no longer hard. But I somehow feel… unsatisfied.

  “Chop, chop,” Nyleena says. “I need this now, Luck.”

  I discard the meaning of my unsatisfactory satisfaction and pop open an air screen. Go through the motions of bringing up the Pleasure Prison list, then press edit, and fake my disappointment when the screen flashes red.

  “Fuck,” I say.

  “What?” she says, walking over to the couch and kneeling beside me so she can see my screen.

  “It won’t let me edit the list. Sorry, princess. Can’t do it.”

  “You asshole!” she says, slapping my face. “You knew that before we fucked, didn’t you?”

  I can’t even lie. But I didn’t need to laugh. Because she slaps me again and then heads for the door.

  “Wait!” I say.

  “What?” She turns on her heel and seethes the word at me.

  “I can get Tray to get you in.”

  “This was a mistake. I don’t need you, Luck. Valor already offered to do that for me. All I have to do is get him info on Veila and it’s done. So you can just… fuck yourself from
now on.”

  “Wait. What do you mean? Valor wants info on Veila? Why?”

  “I don’t know. And I don’t care, either. He told me to ask you, but you know what?” She points her yellow-tipped fingernail at me. And you know what else I like about Nyleena? She’s always color-coordinated. Right down to her nails. “I’m gonna go ask Delphi to get me that information instead!”

  “I know more than she does. I was there.”

  “She was there too!”

  “Yeah, but before I met up with Jimmy and Delphi in the docking bays I ran into Veila in the hallway.”

  “And you didn’t kill her?”

  “I tried. But her cyborgs were there. And I was trying to meet back up with Cha-Cha, who was a few hallways away. But Veila, she told me something. Something I’ve been holding in. Something everyone would want to know.”

  “So why didn’t you tell them already?”

  I shrug. “We got away. Everyone’s happy. Why rock the boat?”

  She squints her eyes at me. “Explain.”

  “No,” I say. “I want something from you in exchange for this.”

  “I already fucked you, Luck. You’re not getting another orgasm before the regularly scheduled time!”

  “Not that,” I say.

  “Then what?”

  “I want to know why Valor is so interested in Veila. If you can get him to tell you that, I’ll tell you what Veila told me in the hallway.”

  “This is getting ridiculous! All I was supposed to do was get one simple answer for Crux and now I’m stuck looking for information on Veila. And in addition to that, now I have to get even more info on why Valor is so obsessed with her?” She stomps her foot. “I just want my stupid ship!”

  I shrug. “Hey, sentient ships are valuable. I’m sure Crux knew how hard it would be for you to answer his question. Otherwise he’d just have answered it himself.”

  She frowns.

  “Right?” I ask.

  “Maybe.”

  “But don’t feel bad, princess. Some problems are just… unsolvable, ya know?”

  She squints her eyes at me.

  “I don’t think there’s an answer for Crux. And if there was, it probably died with Real ALCOR. Crux was setting you up. Don’t you see? You were never going to succeed. He was never going to give you a sentient ship.”

  “That bastard,” she whispers. “But if he thinks I can be deterred by a few obstacles, he’s dead wrong. This is what I’m good at! All Cygnian princesses will tell you they’re expert scammers and schemers, but I’m the best.”

  “The absolute best,” I agree with her. “You’ll show him, right?”

  “I will,” she seethes. “And I’ll be back with your stupid information about Valor. You wait and see.”

  She whirls around so fast her little skirt twirls as she disappears out my door.

  More determined than ever.

  CHAPTER EIGHT - NYLEENA

  I decide it’s time to find my girls and I start with Delphi because she was there when that whole Veila shit-show went down.

  This little idea of mine started out so simple. It was a day’s worth of scheming and plotting, tops. But now everything is suddenly becoming complicated.

  No worries though. If there’s one thing a Cygnian princess excels at—besides blow-your-mind sex—it’s scheming and plotting. We love solving problems. It doesn’t deter us, it makes us stronger. More determined than ever.

  And I have two high-performing schemey minds at my disposal right here on Harem.

  Delphi was working for Veila before she came here. And she betrayed Veila. And she’s still alive. Which means that mission was a total success and so right now she is a shining star of sneaky in my book.

  And then I have Lyra. Whom I’m not sure is quite up to Delphi’s level when it comes to badass planning, but she’s my sister and BFF. And she saved my life. Risked everything to save my life. So Lyra has guts. Sometimes the nerve to carry on and see things through trumps everything else.

  So if Delphi can’t get me what I need I’ll go to Lyra next.

  When I get out to the main concourse of the station I walk over to the edge and look down. It’s pretty intimidating from all the way up here at the top. I can’t even begin to see the bottom. For one, there are lots of bridge levels. Some parks. A rollercoaster a little ways down the curve in the distance to my left. There’s even a river level. You can actually raft down that thing. One time I was down on the low-low levels where all the raunchy outlaws hang out and it started to rain and I overheard someone explain to another newb like myself that the river did that, but it only happened on the low-low levels because gravity is slightly higher down there.

  It’s a big place, this station.

  I open my air screen and tap the little call button for Delphi and her face pops up immediately, all flushed and red like she’s been doing something that requires effort.

  “What’s up, princess?” she says. Then she frowns. “Oh, man. You’re not locked up again, are you? If we have to bail you out one more time—”

  “No.” I cut her off. “I just need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere?”

  She giggles, then squirms, then giggles again.

  I scowl at her. “What are you doing?”

  “Jimmy and I just—”

  “TMI,” I say, putting up a hand. I do not need to hear about the sexual exploits of anyone, especially them. Gross. “Meet me somewhere.”

  “OK. Pick a place.”

  “Scarlet’s Shooting Gallery on level nine.”

  Delphi crinkles her nose. Because level nine is infamous for hosting all the roughest establishments and Scarlet’s is like the worst of them. Which in my book just means fun.

  “Just meet me there,” I say. Because she’s still trying to come up with a reason why we shouldn’t. “Ten minutes.” And then I add, “It’s very urgent.”

  “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “Just meet me,” I say, then end the call and request a lift bot. Because Scarlet’s is a long way from where I’m at now. And if I had to take all the various escalators and elevators it would take more than an hour to get there.

  I do have to admit—these Harem boys have been good to me. Not only did they give me Harem Station citizenship, but I get a weekly allowance too. Just enough credits to keep me busy shooting things in galleries, or playing games in the arcades, and a free lift bot whenever I want one.

  Some weeks I even have enough credits left over to join a semi-serious card game.

  Of course… that was after everyone suspected I was Luck’s one and they made him my responsible party.

  Which is a little bit degrading. But Lyra is Serpint’s one and Delphi is Jimmy’s one and they both wear something on their person declaring that and I don’t have to.

  Lyra wears a freaking collar with Serpint’s name on it. Sure, it’s made of jewels, but still.

  No way.

  Delphi wears a cuff, not a collar. But it’s the same idea.

  I think I came out ahead since no one asked me to declare my ownership after they woke me up from the cryopod.

  I was a little pissed off that Lyra let them keep me frozen for months after I was rescued, but whatever. I’m moving on.

  And if I can just get this info for Crux I know he’ll give me a ship. Crux isn’t the kind of man who goes back on a promise. So sure, maybe he does expect me to fail so he doesn’t have to pay up. But I won’t fail. And when I deliver on the deal, he’ll have to hold up his end.

  Delphi is already waiting for me when my lift bot drops me off at the edge of the terrace in front of Scarlet’s. She’s got an afterglow. A soft pink light radiates up from her skin.

  She’s very pretty. A little short to be very useful in a proper fight. But she told me about the exoskeletons that Jimmy’s partner, Xyla, has stashed inside the Big Dicker.

  I should get me one of those. After I get the ship I’ll scheme up a plan with Xyla.

  “OK, what is
it now?” Delphi says when I approach her.

  “Let’s go shoot!” I say enthusiastically.

  “You brought me down here to shoot?”

  “You need the practice,” I say.

  She huffs. “I could outshoot you any day of the week.”

  “Prove it,” I say, panning my hand towards the shooting gallery.

  One more fun fact about Cygnian princesses. We’re super-competitive with each other. We take dares almost as seriously as we take contracts.

  Delphi growls a little and goes inside. We pay for a lane, spend more time than I really have choosing weapons—but that’s most of the fun about this place. They have all the best projectiles—then get our protective gear and head in to shoot.

  “What’s really going on?” Delphi asks as she mounts the targets on the automated moving-target system.

  I load up my weapon with real shells. No lasers or plasma pistols for us today. Then say, “Tell me what happened with Valor and Veila back on the Lair Station.”

  She stops loading targets. “Why?”

  “Because I need to know, Delphi. This involves me too and I feel like I’m missing information.”

  She finishes the targets, presses the button to start the automated systems and they go whirring away and start looping around in some indecipherable pattern downrange. Then she picks up her pistol, checks the magazine, and stares at me. “You’re lying.”

  “Which part of that was a lie?” I ask.

  “The part you left out. I already know about your little deal with Crux.”

  “That’s got nothing to do with Veila and Valor,” I say.

  “No,” she agrees. Then aims at the targets, squeezes the trigger, and the clay target shatters as it whizzes past a hundred feet away. She stops, narrowing her eyes on the other side of her protective glasses, and says, “But I also heard that you’re trying to make a deal to get inside the Pleasure Prison. And I’m pretty sure this information you need from me is part of that exchange.”

  “So what if it is?” I ask.

  “Then that means I get something from you.” She shoots another whizzing target and looks back at me. “That’s how a scheme works, right?”

  “What do you want?” I ask, so annoyed.