by Huss, JA
“Lyra,” he moans, pushing on my head to urge me to go deeper.
I do. I take him as deep as I can until I know I can’t force him inside me any farther.
He pulls me back off his cock when I gag, smiling down at me like I’m his princess.
“You like that?” I ask him, wiping saliva off my lips. He brushes my hand away from my mouth to stop me, then nods and aims me at his cock again.
I go down deep. Deeper than last time. And this time when I gag he pulls me off with a jerk to my hair.
The excitement between my legs builds again. The desperation I felt last night floats inside me, just below the surface. Ready to be let loose.
“Oh,” I say, looking up at him as saliva spills over the side of my lips.
“Do you like it rough?” he asks.
And even though yesterday I would’ve insisted I didn’t, tonight is a whole other lifetime of difference. “Mmmmm-hmmmm,” I mutter, then whisper, “I think I do.”
He grins. A lopsided grin that is equal parts mischief and diabolical intentions. And says, “Me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - SERPINT
I have plans for Lyra tonight. Plans I didn’t realize I’d made until this very second. Until now this whole day has been rather calm, and subdued, with no hint of the desperation and acute longing we experienced yesterday.
And all that is about to change.
“Take me,” I tell her. “Take all of me, Lyra.”
She sucks in a long breath of air as she looks at my hard cocks in her hands. I get even harder as I notice that together, with both of my thick shafts in her hands, they barely fit in her circled palms. The tips of her fingers do not meet. They are huge.
I know what she’s thinking. These will never fit in my mouth.
And maybe that’s true, but trying is half the fun.
“Do it,” I say, my voice raw and rough as I fist her hair, knocking her sparkling tiara off to the side of her head a little.
She nods her head, eyes locked on mine, and whispers, “OK,” as she opens her mouth and leans forward.
There is no way she can take all of me at once without help. But I don’t mind helping. One hand releases her hair and I pull the corner of her mouth to the side, stretching her cheek as I move my hips forward. She gets one inside her mouth and the way she presses her tongue flat along the top of my shaft almost drives me insane.
But I focus. I want this. I don’t know why I need to make her do dirty things to me, but I do.
I push along the side of my cock as I pull her cheek aside, forcing it to fit snug against my other one. And then it’s inside her. Just barely, but oh, fuck. The sensation this little bit elicits is beyond amazing.
Groans and loud moans escape my lips as I take it one step further and thrust my hips forward with force.
She gags as one of my cocks slips deeper into her throat and the other, pressed up just behind it, blocks her airway.
Her eyes begin to water as she stares up at me and sweet streaks of pink tears pool until they overflow her lower lids and spill over the side. They take some black mascara with them as they fall down her cheeks. Streaks of watered-down gray that glow pink.
“That’s it,” I say, encouraging her.
She breathes through her nose. Eyes still locked on mine. And I take a mental picture of this moment. Her face, her eyes, her pink, her disheveled hair and crooked tiara. Her mouth stretched wide with my fat cocks shoved between her lips.
I pull her back and she gasps for air. Fingertips hastily wiping away the spit that runs down her chin.
“Come here,” I say. Remembering the way I said that to her last night. Beckoning her from across the bed and the empty space between us.
What a world away from how I say it now.
She stands, her breasts heaving with heavy, deep inhales of breath. Up and down, quick and fast.
“I want you naked,” I say.
She nods her head and immediately her fingers go to the high buttons of her collar.
Instantly she realizes she cannot take the dress off without my permission. Because I have to remove the collar to remove the dress.
I do not want to remove that collar.
I have this irrational fear that if it ever comes off she will flee. She will run away from me as fast as she can.
So even though this is a very nice dress and it should be respected if only for the event it was made for, I don’t care.
I reach for the middle seam and rip it open with one quick tug.
Black crystal buttons go flying across the room. Scattering and sliding along the obsidian floors. And underneath the deceptive black fabric is a sweet, sweet surprise.
My brute force is rewarded with a pink bra covered in white crystals.
She glows as she watches me take it all in. Not a lot. Just a little hint of light that catches the thousands of tiny gems and makes her sparkle.
“Oh, princess, you’re going to kill me,” I say, pulling on the edges of her ripped bodice even more. Tearing her dress off until the top half lies flat in tatters over her hips and the only thing left is the sleeves, gripping tightly to the flesh of her arms.
I take her hand, kiss her knuckles gently, then pull the sleeve down one arm until it’s fully removed. I toss that carelessly to the floor and repeat. Taking her other hand. Kissing all her remaining knuckles, then pulling the sleeve down until both arms are bare.
Taking a step back, I look at her.
She is glowing much brighter now. Much brighter.
Her tits are contained in the sparkling bra cups, just begging me to rip that off and bare them as well.
But no. No. I need to see her in this sweet lingerie. I want to see her pink body pressed up against the dark gunmetal-gray magnetic wall. I want to keep her prisoner against my wall and do dirty, nasty things to her to make her explode.
Unable to control myself another second, I reach for the waist of her skirts and rip them open, exposing her legs.
And oh, God. I’m dead. I’m fucking dead when I realize she’s wearing stockings and garters, but no underwear.
“Oh, princess,” I moan. “What have you done?”
She lights up bright pink as she blushes. “Do you like it?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
And now I can’t get her naked. She is too pretty to take apart anymore.
So I hold out my hand, palm up, and she places her fingers over the top as I help her step out of the ring of fluffy skirts at her feet.
Just below her black magnetic anklets she’s wearing pink stilettos.
I’m going to send Raylor and Alee a big, fat, two-happy-cocks bonus tomorrow.
“Come with me,” I say, leading her over to my magnetic wall.
I turn her around so her back is against the wall and she sucks in a breath of air as her skin hits the cold metal. “Don’t move until I make you,” I say. My voice is husky and deep with my desire for her body.
She bites her lip and nods as I pinch air between my fingers and open up a screen. I pull up the controls for the wall and smile at her.
She sucks in air at that smile and I don’t blame her. That smile is filled with many deviant, sexual promises for her tonight.
I take her left hand, kiss her knuckles, and then lift her arm up and to the side. Placing it flat against the wall.
Then do the same thing for the other arm.
“Now,” I say, tapping the inside of her left ankle with my shoe. “Open your legs. Wide.”
She does. Repositioning herself.
And then I whisper, “Hold still,” and activate the controls for the magnets.
Instantly her wrists, neck, and ankles are snapped to the wall.
She struggles with the new sensation at being locked in place for a moment. Soft whimpers and moans escaping her lips.
“Now I can do anything I want with you, princess.” I lean in to kiss her lips and then whisper, “And you won’t be able to stop me.”
Instantly she lights up.
Not quite a sun, not even close to a supernova, but she is lit.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask her. “You like that idea.”
“Yes,” she moans, lighting up even more.
I step forward and slide my fingers up against her pussy. I rub her in small circles as she struggles under the confinement of the magnets. Her hips jerking from side to side, using every single bit of the small amount of freedom I’ve allowed. Writhing under my touch.
“Good,” I say. “Because I’ve got more in store for you tonight. Now stay put right here, princess. I’ll be right back.”
I chuckle as I turn away and walk out of the bedroom. As if she could move. Those magnets are strong enough to pull a ship into a docking lock. There is no way to escape until I let her.
Maybe we’ll play that game tomorrow. Escape from Serpint’s Sex Wall could be fun.
But tonight, I have other plans.
I go to the drawers where I keep my toys and pull them open, looking for just the right accessories for tonight.
I choose two. Just two. And walk back into the bedroom.
She is on fire with light. Pink light flows out of her body. From her eyes, from her pussy, from every inch of her.
“Scare you a little?” I ask.
She’s practically panting like an animal, that’s how hard she’s breathing. Her large, round breasts are rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. She nods her head. “I don’t like the thought of you leaving.”
“You think I might leave you here and never come back?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. “While it’s a nice thought, and a game we’ll eventually play, I have no intention of leaving you alone tonight. Not for one second.”
She smiles and shakes her head, looking down at the floor. “No,” she says. “That’s not what I mean.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“I meant… just… I don’t like the thought of you leaving me, Serpint. Of being separated from you. I can’t bear it. I can’t stand the idea of not having you close.”
Oh. God.
I love this girl.
I walk over to her, place my palm against her face, lean down to take her mouth, and whisper, “You don’t ever have to worry about that,” as I kiss her lips. “You’re mine now and forever.”
She kisses me back and it’s… perfect. Soft, but the desperation we’d been missing earlier is definitely back. The longing is throbbing in my cocks. The want and the need manifests as a bright burst of light.
I take a step back and then turn, placing my two toys on the silver bed cover. Then let my shirt fall down my arms. Picturing her behind me, taking in all the cut muscles of my back and shoulders.
Then I lower my pants and boxers until they fall to the floor at my feet. I turn to face her. Sitting down on the bed to take off my shoes and socks and shove the discarded clothes to one side.
She stares at me. At my face, then my chest, then my stomach, then my cocks and my balls. I open my legs wider, giving her a better view, and this makes her flash pink.
I reach for the cock ring and she moans a little as I spit on my fingers to lube it up, then grab my cocks in one fist, holding them tightly together, and slip the ring around them. Binding them into one, super-thick cock for her pussy.
Then I stand up, my mega-cock sticking straight out, and pick up the other toy before approaching her again.
“What’s that?” she breathes, looking down at the toy in my hand.
“That,” I say, “is your nemesis, princess. That is the devil that will torture you until you’re begging me to let you come. That… is your worst nightmare tonight.”
I flick it on with my finger and it begins to hum. Not a lot. Not even a little bit. The hum and vibration is so low, it barely registers.
But that’s the whole point.
I want her to beg for the real thing. I want her to hate this toy. I want her to despise any and all possible substitutions for my cocks.
I place it between her wide-open legs. She is so wet it slides back and forth across her lips easily. No friction at all.
“I can’t feel it,” she says. “Turn it up.”
“Oh, no,” I say. “That’s not the point of this toy.”
“Oh, God,” she moans, biting her lip. “No…”
“Oh, yes,” I assure her. “Oh. Yes.” I move it back and forth just enough to make her whine and whimper. And as I do this I glance down at her bra. There’s a little clasp in the center. Oh, fuck you all to hell, Raylor. You thought of everything.
I don’t want to take her bra off. I like the sparkles that shine from the crystals. Little bits of reflected light dance across her neck and face, making her look like something surreal. Like a fantasy right out of my most sensual, erotic dream.
But now that I’ve seen the opportunity—now that the little silver clasp is right in front of my face—I can’t not undo it.
“You’re killing me,” I say.
“You’re killing me,” she whispers back. “More,” she groans. “Please give me more.”
I just chuckle as my fingers twist the clasp of her bra and release her tits. They bounce and jiggle in their newfound freedom. And instead of the piercings the bot placed on her yesterday, there are two rings of silver, each with one bright pink diamond attached. “Oh, that’s not enough,” I say. “Not nearly enough begging for me to give you what you want.”
I squeeze her breast as I say this, then lower my mouth to her nipples and take the diamond ring into my mouth. Swirling my tongue against it as I continue to caress her dripping-wet pussy with the low-vibration toy.
“I want you,” she says, her body writhing against the wall. “I want your cocks inside me. Right now!”
There we are, my little princess. Your unquenchable desire is back.
But instead of giving her what she wants, I dig in and say, “No, no, no,” as I lean into her body until my chest is pressed up against her tits and my mega-cock is poking her in the stomach. “Your words are not enough. I need to see it.”
“Serpint,” she coos. “Please.” And oh, how I love to hear my name come out of that perfect, pouty mouth.
“I need your light. I want all of it, Lyra. And I won’t accept anything less than the annihilation of the multiverse this time.”
Our eyes meet and she growls at me. And in that same instant they flash bright white. Blinding me with her anguish so I have to look away.
But I force myself not to. I make myself look at her. The white flutters and flashes until it’s neon pink.
I rub her pussy with the vibrator just as her glow begins to morph into a combination of yellow gold and light pink.
“Oh, yeah,” I moan. “Let me see all the ways I light you up, Lyra.”
She begins rocking her hips back and forth. Rubbing my cock and pressing it between our bare stomachs.
I am beyond myself with desire for this woman. She is everything in this moment. My whole world. Suddenly I want my cocks inside her just as much as she does. I lose my resolve, overtaken by heat and the desire to push myself deep into her belly and make her scream.
“Fuck me,” she says, the light coming out of her turning into a flutter of sparks. Sparks that have heat to them. Sparks that burn my skin and inflict an insatiable desire to do everything she says.
I reach over, tap the release tab for the magnetic field that holds her to the wall, and she falls forward into my waiting arms. I reach under, pick her up. Backing her into the wall once more. Crashing her into it so hard, her breath escapes from her lungs with a groan.
And in that same groan I thrust my tightly bound cocks into her waiting, wet pussy and pound her so hard, her tiara falls off her head and crashes to the obsidian floor with an earsplitting ting that resonates in my ears. That sound mixes with her light as she bites my neck and digs her nails into the skin of my back. Raking them up to my shoulders with a sting that forces me to give in.
I twirl he
r around, take two steps towards the bed, and throw her down. She bounces, still reaching for me. Eagerly grabbing for my glistening cocks and grasping for my waist as I lower myself on top of her.
And this time, when I enter her there are no more demands. Nothing left to wait for.
I slide down, my feet sliding backwards on the floor behind me as I push my cocks so deep inside her she bucks her back, opens her mouth, and screams as we tear apart the very fabric of the universe.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - LYRA
When the light finally fades there is nothing left of us. We have dissipated into the ether of the universe like photons. Drifting out, past the walls of the station, and into the deep dark where nothing matters.
“Holy shit,” Serpint says, rolling off me. “Just… holy fucking shit, Lyra.”
I smile, and just lie on my back with my eyes closed.
He reaches for me, tugs me in close, and wraps his arms around my middle as he pulls my back up to his chest. “You’re mine,” he says. “All mine now. I hope you don’t have plans for the next hundred years, because I’ve already made them. I’m going to magnetically bind you to me forever.”
“You say that now,” I say, trying to catch my breath. But then I turn so I can see his face. And I place one hand on his cheek. Gently. Because I want to be as gentle with him now as I was rough with him a few minutes ago. “That’s because this whole world annihilation thing is all new and sexy. But you’ve only gotten a small taste of what I can do to you. Just wait until you see the real me. You might run away scared.”
He laughs. “I’ll take my chances.”
I sigh, content, and then lean in and kiss him on the nose.
But inside I really do worry about that moment. The one when he figures out what I really am and what I was on my way to do when I got caught on Bull Station.
What will he think of me then?
“I know what you’re thinking,” he says. But he’s got a smile on his face and his eyes are closed. So he has no idea what I’m thinking. Because if he did… well, I don’t know what would happen next. But I’m pretty sure it would involve a meeting with ALCOR and maybe a call to the Prime Navy, and not be anything like what’s actually happening.