by Huss, JA
When we finally get to the harem room the master points Lyra and I to the cryopod chamber. And when we enter all my brothers are gathered around Corla.
Luck is sitting in a swivel chair near a control center. Making it rotate left half a circle, then right half a circle. Like he’s an impatient six-year old who is bored out of his mind. Valor stands nearby, arms crossed and face stoic. And Beauty hovers between them.
Crux has both palms flat on the cryopod, staring down at Corla’s frozen face through a circle of cleared condensation and ice.
Tray is sitting at another control center, personal screen open in the air to his right and tapping frantically on another screen off to his left.
Jimmy and Xyla are cleaning weapons at a table near the door.
Everyone looks over at us when we enter.
“How is she?” Jimmy asks.
I just shake my head. “Not good.”
“We can talk about that later,” ALCOR’s omnipresent voice says. “First, we need to talk about where Crux, Tray, and I went the other night.”
“Yeah, what the fuck? You left the station, ALCOR?”
“I had to,” he says. “We needed to infiltrate the Cetus Station to see if we could find out anything about Corla.”
“Did you?” I ask.
“Just who was in possession of her pod. That’s all.”
“Who was it?” Lyra asks.
“It was a princess called Veila. Have you heard of her?”
Everyone looks at Lyra. She nods her head and says, “Yes. I know her.”
“Who is she?” Crux asks, once again staring down at Corla’s frozen face.
“She’s a silver. She’s very powerful. A lot more powerful than me, that’s for sure.”
“So she was her transport?” I ask.
“Yes,” Lyra says. “I’m going to assume she was. But like I said, they escaped weeks ago. I don’t know why they were still on Cetus Station. They should have made it to Angel Station already.”
“What is this Angel Station?” Valor asks. “Because I’ve never heard of it and we’ve been all over this fucking galaxy.”
“It’s where we go when we escape,” Lyra says.
“But why?” Valor presses.
“Because…” she says, then stops. “Because that’s just where we go.”
“How do you know it’s safe?” Crux says.
Lyra looks confused for a moment. “Well, people told me it was.” Then she stops and stares at him. “Do you know something I don’t?”
ALCOR is the one who answers. “We don’t know what or where it is. There’s no record of it anywhere, Lyra. How do you get there?”
“I just know it’s somewhere on the other side of Hydra System, that’s all. It’s a series of gates and stations. You get a new coordinate at each stop. We pass through the right gate, in the right order, and on the other side we get a coordinate. Which is a station through yet another gate. It’s a long journey, but Corla should’ve been further than Cetus, that’s for sure. So something happened to them. Was Veila on the station?”
“No,” Tray says, not bothering to turn away from his work to look at us. “ALCOR and I hacked into their systems and even though Princess Veila was listed as Corla’s responsible party, it was very well hidden. And there was no record of Veila ever being there.”
Lyra sighs. Long and heavy. “Something is very wrong.”
“Very wrong,” ALCOR agrees. “But Serpint’s impulsive decision to steal Corla might just have saved millions of people.”
“How so?” I ask.
“Because I just decrypted the program running in Corla’s cryopod,” Tray says, “and she was meant to blow up the Prime Planet of Cassiopeia.” He stops to swivel in his chair now. Looking straight at Lyra. “And she was scheduled to leave the same time Serpint took her. So… someone other than Princess Veila was in charge of her at that moment and was about to put her on a ship headed that way.”
“Holy shit,” Lyra says. “They were gonna start a war.”
“They were going to start a war,” ALCOR agrees.
“And use Corla to do it,” Crux growls.
“We need to get Nyleena back,” ALCOR says. “And we need you to provide us with the encryption to do that once we get to Bull Station.”
“Sure,” Lyra says. “Yes!” She turns to me, smiling. “I was gonna ask you for help. So yes. We need to go get her. I promised her I’d keep her safe. And we need to go now. It’s been three days and there’s no telling what’s happened to her since I left.”
“When I say we, Lyra,” ALCOR says, “I didn’t mean you.”
“What?” she says. “Oh, fuck that. I’m going. You guys can’t keep me here. I know where she is. I know how to move her and keep her safe.”
No one says anything. But everyone, aside from Lyra, understands that we absolutely can leave her here. And we will.
“You are not coming,” ALCOR says in his definitive I’m-in-charge-here voice. “You will provide Tray with the information we need and then Serpint will take you to his quarters and that’s where you’ll stay until we return.”
“But—”
“Lyra,” I say, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Please.” I raise one eyebrow at her, trying to signal that we can talk more about it later. “Can you just give Tray the information so we can prepare?”
She sucks in a deep breath. Angry at being put on the spot. She can’t refuse us, her sister is in danger. So if she chooses this moment to be defiant, she will only hurt Nyleena in the end.
“Fine,” she says. Just as Tray gets up and walks over to her, handing her a tablet.
“This is the program Corla is running,” he says. And then he starts pointing out the missing information he needs. It takes a while for them to figure everything out, so I just sit down at a console near Luck and wait for her to be done.
When Tray has what he needs, Lyra comes over to me. I take her hand and give it a squeeze. Letting her know this is for the best and she did the right thing.
Then ALCOR says, “Serpint?”
“Yes,” I say.
“The cyborg master would like to speak to you and Lyra in private. He’s waiting in the medical center for you. Please stop by before you take Lyra back to your quarters.”
“Sure,” I say, standing up. “Come on, Lyra.”
She keeps quiet until we’re outside in the hallway. Then she practically explodes with light.
Which I interpret as anger.
And I’m right.
“How dare you?” she spits.
“What am I gonna say, Lyra? If ALCOR says you’re not going, then you’re not going. That’s just the end of it. There’s no way off this station without his permission.”
“You could’ve fought for me!” she says, glowing with rage.
“Why would I do that?” I almost laugh. “I don’t want you going. I want you here, safe. So when I return you’re—”
“Waiting for you?” She guffaws at the ceiling. “I’m a fucking military officer, Serpint. Not a helpless fairytale princess. And if I had my own ship I’d go without you! All of you! I don’t need your help! I know what I’m doing.”
I’m ready to list about a dozen counterpoints to that. Things like, Oh, really? Is that why you got kidnapped off Bull Station and ended up in here in Crux’s little princess harem? Or things like, I suppose you’ll just concoct another half-baked inhibitor disguise that wears off in the middle of the job?
But I know better. So I say, in the calmest voice I can muster up, “Lyra. I can’t lose you now. I lost my whole team three days ago and you’re all I have left. So please, just let us handle it.”
She glares at me, but then softens. Just a little. And her light fades to a soft, pink glow. “Fine.”
“Good,” I say, squeezing her hand and giving her a smile. “It’s not that I don’t think you’re capable—”
“I get it,” she says.
“You sure?” I ask. Because this went
a lot easier than I’d imagined a few seconds ago.
“I’m sure,” she says, nodding. “Now why does that vile master want to see us again?”
“I dunno,” I say. “Let’s find out.”
When we get to the medical center a bot leads us down the hall to the office. The master is sitting at his desk, wearing his white lab coat, tapping away at his tablet.
“Oh, good,” he says. “Come in, close the door, and have a seat.”
“What’s this about?” Lyra asks, irritated.
He stares at her with his one eyeball sensor and says, “You two were having problems earlier and we got off track. I just wanted to see if you were interested in knowing why your light was so… sporadic when it comes to your sex life.”
Lyra turns to me. “I’m not talking about our sex life with this thing.”
“Lyra,” the master says. And we all know what’s coming. “I’m a certified sex therapist—”
She puts up a hand. “I don’t want to hear about it. I stopped believing in all these fictitious certifications after Prince the bot told me he graduated from Serpint’s Sex University.” Then she pauses and looks at me. “Where is that bot, anyway? He’s been missing all day.”
“Oh, shit. He’s probably still in jail. I’ll bail him out when I get back from the mission.”
“Or I could do it,” she offers.
I shrug. “Sure. Knock yourself out. He’s yours now anyway.”
“Back to the sex therapy,” the master says.
“Right. Let’s hear it then,” I say. Because I know Lyra is about at the end of her patience with this guy.
“Lyra’s light represents her emotions in the moment—”
“I know that,” Lyra interrupts. “I’ve been lighting up my whole life. I don’t need your input.”
“—so when the light is dim, she is calm,” the master says, ignoring her outburst. “It doesn’t mean she’s unhappy, or unsatisfied, or not in the mood.” He blinks his red light eyeball at us. Like he’s winking. “Dim light is actually a sign of contentment.”
“So the wild light?” I ask.
“That’s heightened emotions, nothing more. It could be anger, or fear, or an exceptional orgasm.”
“OK, I’m done here,” Lyra says, turning to leave. Then she calls over her shoulder, “Thanks for the tip.”
I give the master a smile, then follow her out, jogging a little to catch up and take her hand. “You know, he’s not a bad guy.”
“Save it,” she says.
“And I’ve been thinking…”
“About what?” she asks, stopping to sigh near the elevator.
“I mean… could you… like… explode for real? If we have an intense sexual experience?”
She frowns and squints her eyes, like she’s thinking about this. But the elevator doors open and we get in before she speaks. “I’ve thought about that too. It does scare me a little.”
“So see, we do need to learn more about this stuff.”
“But I’m not too worried about it anymore.”
“Why?”
She leans in to me just as the elevator doors close. Right into my ear. And whispers, “Because I came so hard, Serpint the Booty Hunter, I really thought the universe was imploding. And I did that more than once, and there’s only one universe. So we’d all be dead by now if the pleasure you give me could make that happen.”
My cock jumps in my pants.
And suddenly the only thing on my mind is fucking her.
I place my hands on either side of her head, pull her face towards mine, and kiss her like she’s mine, and mine alone.
And even though her plump lips go soft, and pliant, and kiss me back—her glow tells me all I need to know.
She is my soulmate.
CHAPTER THIRTY - LYRA
Unlike last night, the light inside me wants to burst out right now. It’s a little weird to be so unsettled in this area, since my life before Serpint was one long string of luminous flux equilibrium.
But I’m not complaining. I like the feeling of this new emotional instability. And my life has now been divided into two parts. Before Serpint and after.
They are as different as night and day.
Before everything was dark. Even when I did glow, it was never for love. And while my flux wasn’t as dim as when I was on the inhibitor, it wasn’t much brighter, either.
Now I feel like I’m made of sunshine. That there is more flux inside me than can be contained and all it wants is to be let loose.
At least… it feels that way when Serpint touches me. Or kisses me. Or puts his thick, hard cocks inside me.
“Lyra,” he whispers into my mouth, pushing me inside his quarters and forcing me to take several steps backward until I bump into a wall.
“Serpint,” I say, the small argument we were having just a few minutes ago long forgotten. All I want to think about now is him.
He presses his hips against my stomach, his hand palming my breast. “Did I mention,” he says, smiling into our kiss now, “that I love this outfit?”
He tugs on the zipper running up my front just as he finishes saying this.
The outfit is skin-tight and that zipper was holding my breasts hostage, so once the tension is released, they spill out like large, bouncing melons.
I have a pink and black bra on, but the lacy cups only cover the bottom half of each breasts so my large, round nipples are now half exposed.
He looks down, takes a breath and looks up into my eyes. “Oh, fuck me now.”
“Yes,” I whisper back.
He slides the zipper all the way down until my panties are exposed too. Then slips his hand right between my legs. Massaging my pussy lips through the thin fabric until they are wet from the heat and desire he’s stirring up inside me.
He pulls them aside and his finger is there. Touching me. Playing with my clit, then slipping and sliding over my folds until he pushes them up inside me as he forces my back against the wall. Pinning me to it.
His other hand grabs my wrist and hikes one arm above my head. Which instantly has my heart beating fast. Then, before I can fully process how good his domination feels, he twirls me around, hikes my other arm up against the wall, and holds me in place with one firm grip on my wrists.
His cock rubs against my ass as his other hand slips over my belly and resumes fingering me.
“How will you light up for me now?” he asks.
“Any way you want,” is my answer.
He laughs, leaning into my neck to kiss it, then he turns his head and nips at my ear.
“Will you be a good girl for me, Lyra?” he asks. “Will you do everything I tell you to?”
Oh, God. What will he tell me to do? Suck his cocks again? I want to. I want them both hard, right now, so I can force my lips over their heads and take him deep.
“Will you?” he asks again.
“Yes,” I say. “I’ll do anything you say, Serpint. Just tell me what you want.”
“Hmmmmmm,” he murmurs into my ear. “That’s sweet, princess. But I was thinking more along the lines of what you want.”
“What do I want?” I ask, suddenly flustered.
“All of me?” he says. “Inside of you? At the same time?”
“Oh, yeah,” I moan. “All of you, right now. In my mouth.” I try to spin around so I can kneel, but he pushes me into the wall so hard I have to turn my cheek.
“No,” he says. And I can hear the grin on his face. “Not like that,” he growls into my neck, the vibration of his voice and the roughness of the stubble on his jaw next to my soft, tender skin an aphrodisiac of the highest order.
“Oh, yeah,” I say. “I want both your cocks in my pussy. Let me put them—”
“Not quite,” he says, truly laughing now.
“What other way—oh,” I say. “Oh.”
“Yeeeeessss,” he says. “Now you’re getting it.”
“You want to put one—”
“Yes,” he sa
ys again.
“And the other—”
“Yes!”
“Oh,” I say. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Then there’s no time like the present, princess. Is there?”
I picture this. Him on top of me. One cock in my pussy, the other in my ass. And then I glow a little brighter.
“I’m gonna take that as agreement,” he chuckles.
I let his answer stand because I’d like to know what that feels like. I’ve had him the other two ways, now I want to experience all of him like this as well.
He kisses my neck one more time, then wraps his arms around my middle and steps back, pointing me in the direction of the bedroom.
My stomach begins to flutter wildly with each step we take. And by the time we enter the bedroom my heart is beating so fast with anticipation and lust, I want to rip my own clothes off.
He has other ideas. Because he walks me forward to the bed, his cock still grinding against my ass, and then spins me around and pushes me backwards so I bounce onto the mattress, laughing now.
“You’re so rough,” I coo. “Be gentle with me, Booty Hunter. Please. Be gentle.”
He grins wide. Then kneels down, picks up my foot, and pulls a boot off in one smooth motion.
I am nothing if not helpful, so I offer him the other foot and he pulls that one off too.
“This bodysuit,” he says, standing up and stepping forward until his knees are right between my legs, “is a sexy fucking miracle.”
I smile, delighted that he likes it.
“But we need to take it off now.” He reaches for my hand and pulls me up into a sitting position. Then eases the slick, tight bodysuit over each of my shoulders, one at a time, and pulls it down to my waist.
He palms my breasts, finding the bra clasp between them—an easy feature I’ve come to appreciate and love since last night—and pops it open so my heavy, round tits bounce free.
At the same moment I light up a golden pink color. Soft, and hazy. Not explosive and dangerous.
“Oh for sun’s sake,” he groans. “You will be the death of me, princess. I don’t know how much more I can take.” Then he leans forward, making me lie back, and presses both his palms into the mattress on either side of my head.