by K. C. Cross
“I guess it doesn’t,” I admit, answering his question. “But it’s just sex.”
“Just sex, huh?” he says, stalking towards me. He lets go of his cocks and places both hands on my shoulders, twirling around so I’m facing the screen again. “Go ahead then. The code is your name.”
I almost snort. “It is not.”
“Try it.”
I do. And it is. Because the shopper opens up to the home page. “Hmm,” I say.
“Surprised?”
“Yes,” I say. But I’m distracted. Not by the clothes, though they aren’t helping. But by his hands. Because he’s massaging my tight shoulders.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
“What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like? I’m being nice to you.”
“Why?”
“Because… because… we’re tied together whether we like it or not. So the sex doesn’t have to be so animalistic every single time.”
I do snort this time. “Please don’t tell me you’re talking about feelings again.”
“What’s wrong with feelings?”
I brush his hands off me and turn to him, come face to face with his rock-hard cocks, and push them aside for a moment so I can look him in the eyes again. This time, I’m not dreaming about their color. I need to get something straight.
“We fuck, Luck. That’s it. Cygnians don’t do feelings. We do contracts. We do schemes. We do war. That’s it. So if you’re after feelings, you’re in for a huge disappointment.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN - LUCK
I turn her back around and place my hands right back where they were, kneading the tension in her neck and shoulders. “You can say that all you want. But it’s not true.”
“Which part?” She laughs. And in that laugh she relaxes. Just a little.
“Go ahead,” I say. “Shop. Buy whatever you want. You want Xyla’s virtual closet? Do a search for her name, should come right up.”
I don’t tell her she could do this on her own autoshopper because I like the idea of her having to use my account. It feels a little… possessive. And Akeelian dudes kinda get off on that.
“What are you gonna do while I shop?”
“Pleasure you with this amazing massage.”
“Why?”
I can’t see her face, but I can see her reflection on the screen and she’s narrowing her eyes at me in suspicion.
“Because I’m a nice guy, Nyleena. And like it or not, we’re probably stuck with each other for life. I’ve decided to make the most of it.”
“Well, just so we’re clear,” she says, entering Xyla’s name in the search bar. “I’m here for the sex. And so are you.”
“Shop,” I say. “And I’m gonna talk while you do that.”
“Whatever.” She sighs. “I’m gonna spend a shit-load of credits.”
“Spend whatever you want.”
And for some reason this makes her stiffen a little. So I go back to kneading her tight muscles.
“You’re wrong, anyway,” I say.
“So you said.”
“Lyra has feelings. And so does Delphi. Both of them are in love.”
Nyleena huffs. “I’m not them. They’re pinks. I’m a silver. We’re just… made different. Whole other set of factory settings, so to speak.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I hum, reaching down to grab her breasts with both hands.
She sucks in a deep breath but plays it off by tapping the screen and pulling up a pair of designer silver boots. I pinch her nipples through her pink shirt.
This makes her jerk and her fingertip accidentally adds the boots to her cart.
I want to laugh. Because Nyleena is always so tough and in control. But every time we have sex I feel that other, hidden part of her hiding deep beneath the surface.
The part of her that’s sweet, and funny, and exciting, but in a Harem Station outlaw way.
I decide to lure that secret side of her out and I decide to start now.
Because what I said was true. We are soulmates, whether we embrace it or not. We will be together our whole lives. Even if she does manage to talk Crux into her own sentient ship, she’s not leaving here without me. She has to know this.
Doesn’t she?
I mean… I can’t even go half a day now without craving her. And if I’m feeling this way she has to feel this way too.
It’s been predetermined.
If I could just get her to drop her guard a little I could find that other Nyleena hiding inside her. This isn’t just a transaction. Even though we’re literally going through a transaction in this very moment.
It’s not a metaphor for our relationship. It’s just a coincidence.
“Are those the boots you wanted?” I ask, leaning down so I can whisper that into her ear.
She shrugs up her shoulders, like I’m making her tingle and she’s trying to stop that, but mutters, “Yes,” anyway.
“Good,” I say, pinching her nipples again. “Get something else while you’re here.”
Then I kiss her neck.
“Oh, God,” she hums.
“Go on. Buy whatever you want, Nyleena. I’m paying. Take advantage of me.”
I straighten back up and press my hips forward so my hard, eager, ready-to-fuck cocks push into the dent right between her shoulders.
“You’re very distracting,” she complains, bringing up a whole page of designer Xyla clothes.
“I am,” I say, smiling. “But I’m also distracted as well. So better keep shopping.”
“You can’t buy my affection with clothes,” she huffs.
“Good thing I’m not trying to.” I chuckle. “You will love me, Nyleena. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
I spin her around and lean forward, both my hands coming down hard on the screen. It beeps and blips as things are added to her cart.
But I don’t care. The surprised look on her face when my cocks are practically touching her lips has my full attention.
Her eyes get big. Then she squints them, realizing I’m getting the best of her right now.
If there’s one thing Nyleena can’t back away from, it’s a fight.
She grabs them with both hands and begins to jerk me off.
I moan. I can’t stop myself.
“Is that so?” she asks, leaning forward as her plump, pouty lips part and she takes the tip of one of my cocks between them.
Her tongue does this amazing swirl move around my head and I fist her hair, urging her to take me deeper.
She doesn’t even fight it. And I knew she wouldn’t. She needs to prove she’s in control all the time. And if I challenge her to a deep-throat blowjob, she’s gonna make sure she wins.
Which means I win.
I almost laugh. But hold it in because then she’ll know I’m playing her right now.
And I am.
But it’s not my fault she’s so easy to play with.
She dives down, taking my upper cock deep into her throat. My lower one bumps against her neck, and I let go of her hair and start to jerk on it.
She slaps my hand away and makes a fist around it, sliding her palm up and down my shaft as I slowly fuck her throat.
Damn. I could get used to this girl.
She pulls back and says, “Come, Luck. Come in my throat.”
I spin her around, grab both her hands, slap them against the screen so it beeps and bleeps as more things are added to her cart. Then I grab her hips, lift her up into a standing position, and bend her over the autoshopper.
“Ooooooooo,” she giggles. “Take what you want, you animal.”
“I will,” I growl.
I lift up her little skirt, pull her panties aside, and thrust both cocks right into her pussy.
She bends over for me, face pressed up against the screen. It lights up, and beeps, and flashes as more things from Xyla’s virtual closet are added to her cart.
“Oh, yeah,” she moans. “Fuck me hard while I spend your cred
its!”
Seems fair to me.
I grab her hair with both hands and wrap it into a ponytail. Fist it as I pull with one hand, while the other presses down on her upper back, forcing her to stay in position.
“Harder,” she demands. “Is that all you got?”
“Oh, princess,” I chuckle. I pound her until she has to turn her head and allow me to press her cheek up against the screen.
“Come,” she demands.
But I’m not about to come. Not like this.
I want a bed.
I pull out, turn her around, pick her up—she squeals with delight—and walk her down the hallway to my room.
When we get inside I throw her down on the bed, rip my shirt off, then crawl up her body. My cocks dangling between my legs. Sliding along the soft skin on the inside of her thighs.
She brushes her skirt away, ready to pull her panties aside, but I rip those fuckers right off her body and slip into her warm, wet pussy.
“Say it,” I demand.
“Say what?” she squeals.
“My name,” I command. “Say my name and tell me you can’t live without this.”
She’s not in control. Her mastery of this moment has long slipped away. So she does it. She says, “Fuck me, Luck. And never stop!”
Which… OK, isn’t exactly what I told her to say. And it’s fake because fake dirty talk is our thing now.
But it’s close enough.
I fuck her like an animal. And she lets me.
And when we come together, we’re both savage, and feral, and wild.
But just as the experience fills me up with her bright, white light I feel her… pull back.
And I know in that instant this sly, cunning little minx is holding out on me.
She’s hiding something.
As mind-blowing as the sex is, I can’t help but feel like there’s more to it.
This isn’t real. Not all of it, at least. Something’s missing.
A different feeling replaces the ebbing satisfaction.
A feeling that… I’m being lied to.
CHAPTER TWLEVE - NYLEENA
I’ll say one thing about Luck. He’s not boring in the sex department. Every time we do it, it always feels fresh.
Of course, that’s how all new relationships start out. It’s always fun and fresh in the beginning. You can’t get enough of each other, you make those dreamy eyes at each other, and call each other pet names like baby. Gag.
Every ‘new thing’ is a soulmate connection.
Except it isn’t.
Eventually that guy you thought was so hot chews too loud. Or leaves the shower setting on scrubbing bubbles so those annoying pods fly out at you every time you turn the water on. Or his pet bot is an asshole.
And suddenly, if you have to hear him masticate one more meal, or be ambushed by one more scrubbing bubble pod, or laugh at his stupid bot’s lame jokes one more time—you’re goin’ down for murder, baby.
Because you can’t take another second of it.
And the fact that this thing Luck and I have truly is a soulmate connection doesn’t make me feel any better.
There are worse things in life than failing at love. That’s how I see it. Because spending your whole life with someone you have to be with, but can’t stand—that’s my definition of hell.
So hey. Sure. I’ll enjoy the lucky sex while it lasts.
But as soon as I get that ship I’m outta here.
Even if I go through withdrawals after I leave, I don’t care. I’ll get through it and I’ll come out the other side of that nightmare stronger than ever.
“I could take a nap,” Luck says, curling his body up to mine.
I want to push him off me, but it’s a little rude and regardless of what everyone thinks about me, I’m not really a selfish, cold-hearted bitch.
So I let him snuggle.
“Did you have fun?” he asks.
“Of course. You’re always fun.”
He props himself up on one elbow, like he’s about to start a conversation with me.
Didn’t he just say he wanted to take a nap?
“Are you sure you had fun?”
I look over my shoulder at him and… aw, fuck. He’s got that look guys get after sex when they’re feeling insecure. “I said I did.”
“Yeah, but… sometimes I get the feeling you’re holding back on me.”
“Luck,” I say, turning over to face him. “I’m the most selfish, cold-hearted bitch on this station. Do you really think I’d bother having sex with someone and then just… pull my punch?” I laugh.
He squints his eyes at me. “That’s not really an answer.”
“I’m not holding back,” I lie.
But I don’t feel bad about lying. Because if he ever got a hint of the kind of explosive orgasm I’m capable of… well, let’s just say he’d follow me around like a sad, homeless servo bot.
“But you’re lying,” he says.
“Which part am I lying about?” I huff.
“Before. When you said you don’t have feelings. Because Cygnians just aren’t built that way. It’s a lie. Jimmy and Delphi are very happy. And Serpint—I barely recognize that dude these days. Every time I bump into him he’s talking about peaches and tushberry juice because he and Lyra are trying to have a baby.”
“Uggggh.” I groan. “If I have to hear one more stupid lament over the baby they are not having I might strangle her.”
“That’s not my point,” Luck says.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand your point, Luck. What’s the big deal? Did we, or did we not, just have fabulous sex?”
“We did.”
“See?”
“Well, I did.”
“Oh, my suns. Do you need me to feed your ego? Did I forget to mention how huge your cocks are? Should I have gagged a little more when you were fucking my throat? For fuck’s sake! We’re basically banging twice a day now. What more do you need?”
“I’m just trying to find out if you’re satisfied.”
“I’m fucking satisfied, OK?”
“I don’t believe you.”
I sigh and turn over. “Well, I’m not going to sit here and gush about how much I love your cocks inside me.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it. I just feel like you’re holding back. And I think you’re doing this on purpose.”
“For what reason?” I snap, turning back to him.
“So you don’t have to admit we might actually be a thing.”
“A thing? I thought you hated me?”
“I did. At first. But…” He smiles. And holy hell. His eyes are sparkling.
“But what?” I say, blinking to make myself stop staring at his violet peepers.
“Don’t you ever look at Jimmy and Delphi or Serpint and Lyra and ask yourself if maybe this shit is real?”
“If some scientist somewhere had the fate of the gods in his hands when he genetically manipulated my DNA before I was born?” I scoff. I cannot help it.
“But… they knew what they were doing, don’t you think?”
“What part of ‘we’re part of a breeding program’ don’t you get, Luck? Because you know, there’s a lady down on level one who breeds wild space orchids that only bloom in shades of radioactive green. Do you think she gives two shits whether or not the stinking flowers are compatible?”
“Someone’s breeding wild space orchids here?”
Ooops. I was not supposed to tell anyone about that.
“Is this real?” Luck asks. “And are you sure they’re green?”
“Why?”
“Because it’s illegal, Nyleena. Space orchids are drugs.”
“Oh, I knew that. But why are you so concerned about it?”
“Because I’m in charge of space orchid breeding here. It’s… it’s kind of a huge secret. She’s not supposed to be doing that. Are they really green? Are you sure they’re not pink and purple?”
“No, they�
�re not pink or purple. Maybe a little on the yellow side. But definitely not pink or purple.”
“Good,” Luck says. “Then they’re fake. Don’t buy them anymore. And if you ever see her with pink and purple ones, you come tell me immediately. Because then I’d have to do a raid.”
“What are you talking about?”
He opens his mouth to say something, then changes his mind and starts looking at my body.
So I decide to change the subject because right now I can practically feel the neurons firing inside that sex-crazed head of his and I don’t want to get talked into another round of sex to prove I’m ‘satisfied’. I have shit to do. So I say, “Hey, by the way,” trying to sound nonchalant. “Delphi mentioned some weird planet called Earth. You ever hear of that place?”
Luck narrows his eyes into slits.
“What?” I say. “What did I say?”
“You’re asking me about Earth?”
“So?”
“Really?”
“What’s the big deal? For sun’s sake, Luck. Are you menstruating or what? Are you hiding a vagina underneath those two cocks of yours? Because you’re being super-moody today and I’ve just about had enough.”
He points a finger at me. “You made another deal, didn’t you?”
I slap his pointy finger out of my face and say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You and Delphi. That’s why you were shooting with her today, wasn’t it? You need something from her and she countered with this.”
“This what?”
“Info about Earth.” He gets up out of bed, tucks his cocks away in his pants, and secures the tabs. “Get out,” he says.
“What?”
“You heard me. Get the fuck out. Not only are you lying about how much you’re getting off when we have sex, you’re using me. You’re the worst soulmate in the history of soulmates, you know that?”
“Fuck you!” I say, jumping to my feet and picking up my underwear. Which is ripped, so I throw them in his face and yell, “You’re the one who came to me, remember? ‘Oh, Nyleena.’” I fake a falsetto. “‘I’m so horny. Let me fuck you right here, right now.’”
“Yeah, and you only said yes because you need me to give you information so you can get some other information for Delphi, so then she can give you what you need for… whoever else you’re manipulating today!”