BOOTY HUNTER

by Huss, JA

I gaze up at him, into those eyes—those bright, violet eyes—and say, “Get naked.”

  He chuckles a little, shoots me a sideways smile, then stands up and takes off his shirt.

  Oh, for the love of God. I die with him then. Because his body—his body is like the perfect stone sculpture.

  I sit up again, reaching for his belt so I can take off his pants, but he pushes me back and says, “Stay right where you are.”

  And then he slowly peels my bodysuit down my legs and tosses it aside.

  My mouth opens, in awe of the way that felt and the way he looks at me. The way his eyes glance down to my wet pussy as I open my legs for him, then back up to my face and shine a little brighter.

  “Now what?” I ask.

  But before the words are even out of my mouth he’s kicked off his boots and is unbuckling his belt. It jingles as he pops the button on his pants, and pulls out not one, but both cocks. Hard as rocks and so thick they spill over the firm grasp his fingers have on them.

  He jerks on them. Pumping them back and forth, then let’s go so he can strip off his pants.

  I cannot take my gaze off him.

  How I went from runaway princess to the soulmate of this beautiful booty hunter in the span of three days, I will never understand. Ever.

  But I don’t dwell on that. Not one bit. Not when this perfect specimen of a man leans forward and places both his hands on either side of my hips as his mouth begins to kiss his way up my stomach. He stops at my breasts, taking one in his hand as he licks circles around my large, tight nipple, catching the diamond nipple ring with his teeth.

  My head tilts back and my eyes close as a moan flows past my lips.

  Then he’s covering me. His perfectly sculpted chest presses up against my breasts as his mouth finds my mouth, and our tongues connect. Twisting together like our fate. Twirling around like the spinning world we live on.

  His cocks rub against my pussy. And I have never wanted anything in life the way I want him inside me, just the way he described.

  “Are you ready?” he asks.

  “Oh, yes,” I say. “I’m ready for everything you want to give me. I want it all. Every single bit of you inside me. Any way you want to do it.”

  His wide, sly grin is worth every bit of that sappy, love-sick declaration.

  I mean it, anyway. I don’t care how he wants to take me. He can do it.

  His hands grip my ass and slides me up the smooth silver covers until my head hits the pillows.

  I giggle, because he took me by surprise and because the silky softness of the covering felt amazing on my back.

  While I’m busy enjoying that move, he opens my legs and brings my knees up to my breasts. Leaning his face down, tongue extended, as our eyes lock on and never let go. Even when his tongue swipes across my pussy, we do not break contact.

  But then… then it’s too much. His tongue begins to twirl and dance the way it was in my mouth just a few seconds ago, and I lose control.

  I close my eyes and just float… and enjoy the way he pleasures me.

  Soon, he’s putting his fingers inside me too. Pumping them back and forth. I am so ready. So slick and wet and ready… I want to beg.

  I do beg. “Now,” I murmur. “Now, please. Inside me now.”

  He shoves his fingers in. Hard. Making me gasp. “No.” I laugh. “Not like that!”

  He pumps them in and out. Slowly. Twisting his hand a little with each back-and-forth motion. “You don’t like it?” he asks. “I thought you wanted everything, princess?”

  “I do,” I say. “I take it back. Do whatever you want!”

  He laughs, withdrawing his fingers. They shine in my soft glow as he brings them up to my lips. I do not even hesitate. I take them in my mouth and taste myself on his skin, licking, and twirling my tongue, just the way he did.

  “Dead,” he says. “I’m so dead.” He inches his knees towards me, fisting his cocks again. And I will never, ever get tired of watching him jerk off both those fat cocks. My pussy is humming and thrumming, impatient for what comes next.

  He lets go of the top cock and points the lower at my pussy, inserting it, just a little. Just enough to drag the sweet wetness inside me down to my asshole. He does that a few times and it feels excruciatingly good. Agonizingly good.

  Then, when my ass is good and slick, he begins to massage it with his finger.

  It’s tight. So tight at first. Small, shooting pains make me gasp. But he says, “Shhh, Lyra.” And the sound of my name, in combination with his probing finger, is enough to make me relax enough for him to push it inside a little more.

  I’m the one who will die, not him. He feels too good to be true. He feels like an erotic fantasy come to life.

  And he is, isn’t he? A mythical, two-cocked, erotic demon come to claim me from my awful life and lock me up in his tower of sexual pleasure.

  His cock probes the entrance to my ass, presses up inside me. I buck my back, but just as I do that, his other cock slips into my dripping wet pussy and that’s it…

  I. Am. Full.

  “Lyra,” Serpint groans. “Fuck yeah, you feel good,” he growls, moving his hips back and forth, in and out. Slowly, at first. So fucking slow. Then quicker as I begin to relax and ease into our new rhythm.

  And for a second I feel it.

  That light from the first day. The pent-up brilliance inside me begins to build and I think… there it is. That’s the light that Serpint wanted. That’s the light that was almost missing last night.

  I get even more excited about the burst of star shine that’s about to explode, moaning, “Yes, yes, yes,” as I dig my nails into Serpint’s muscular shoulders and urge him to go faster.

  “Yes!” I say again.

  He is grinning down at me. His violet eyes burning with the heat of our passion.

  And just when I think we’re about to explode together…

  It stops.

  It stops building. In fact, it not only stops building, it declines a little. My clit is still humming and throbbing and he still feels amazing, but it’s different now.

  “What the fuck?” I say.

  “What?” he asks, halting our lovemaking. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?”

  “No,” I say. “No—”

  “Then what’s the matter?” he asks, moving his hips just a little. Slowly now. Carefully.

  “I don’t know. It just feels… different.”

  “Well, it is a little different this time,” he says. We stare at each other. Still fucking, but not desperate to fuck. Still enjoying it, just not lusting for each other. And I’m still building towards a climax, it’s just not the kind that will shatter a universe.

  “Should I stop?” he asks, when I don’t say anything.

  But then I recall the cyborg master’s words from earlier about how my light represents my emotions in the moment.

  I look down at myself and find I’m still glowing. A soft, yellow-pink glow that blurs the edges of my body with Serpint’s. The glow climbs up his arms and radiates across his back, like he’s channeling it. Like my light is his light. Like we are sharing it.

  I notice that my whole body is now humming and thrumming like my clit.

  And his is too.

  “No,” I whisper. “Don’t stop. This is perfect.”

  Because it is.

  Yes, it’s different. And no, I’m not going to explode this time.

  But that’s OK.

  Because this is more than that.

  This is a connection.

  Just as I think that he lowers himself all the way on top of me and my light washes over his skin like we are the same person.

  He leans down to kiss me. First on the nose—which makes us both smile—then on the lips. Our tongues twist together. Gently, this time. Slowly. Taking our time.

  We take our time in other ways too. His fingers slowly thread through my hair. No mad grabs or fisting tonight. Our hips rock together in perfect unison.

 
My light—no, our light—begins to glow brighter. Not the sun. Not a supernova. Not an imploding galaxy or a shattering universe, just us.

  We glow as one.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE - SERPINT

  I feel Lyra below me, and above me, and inside me. I feel her everywhere. This time our lovemaking is so very different. It’s a twisting of souls, and a blending of minds, and everything seems to be a perfect fit.

  Her light flows up from her body and surrounds me like the scent of sweet flowers or the sound of soft music. It flows into me like nectar from ripe fruit and excites every nerve ending in my body until we are vibrating together. A low, inaudible—but still perceptible—quiver that makes us shimmer, and flicker, and twinkle, and glitter in the darkness.

  We come.

  We do not implode anything.

  We do something better.

  We merge together. Coalescing into one being. One soul, one mind, one body. Her pleasure becomes my pleasure becomes her pleasure again.

  We share ourselves.

  She wraps her legs around me, squeezing me with her thighs as she digs her fingernails into my back. Her pussy and ass both contracting on my cocks.

  I want to die when we come this time, it feels so good.

  “Oh, Lyra,” I say, kissing her soft mouth. “I don’t need an explosion if this is what I get in return.”

  She laughs, closing her eyes. Still squeezing me with her pussy and her legs. “I think I still exploded,” she says. “Just in a new way.”

  Truth, I decide. Nothing but truth.

  “Serpint.” ALCOR’s voice booms through the still air. “It’s time to go. Everyone is on their way up to your quarters. Lyra, you need to tell us what you remember of Bull Station so we have some idea of where Nyleena is.”

  She groans. “I still don’t see why I have to stay behind.”

  She’s talking to me, not ALCOR. He’s already gone. I could feel his absence the moment he stopped talking. Other things to do besides interrupt our postcoital moment.

  I kiss her, then roll off of her, letting my semi-hard cocks slip out. But instead of getting up I tug her up close to my chest. “I told you,” I say. “I can’t lose anyone else. I need to know you’re here. Safe and waiting for me when I get back.”

  “What if something happens to you?” she protests. “Then I have to live with that. I can be helpful, Serpint. I’m military. I can fly a ship. I can shoot. I can help you guys. When doesn’t a team need another capable, invested party?”

  Her argument is good, I’ll give her that. But I cannot bear the thought of her in danger. I just can’t.

  “I’m sorry, Lyra. The answer is no.”

  “You’re not really the boss of me, you know.”

  “I really kinda am.” I laugh. Then I tug on the collar around her neck to illustrate my point.

  She pushes my hand away and says, “That’s not even a real thing. Are you really gonna make me pay my way through servitude just because I was kidnapped and brought here?”

  “Yes.” I laugh again. “I really am. At least until I get back.”

  “But—”

  “Lyra,” I say in my stern, not-fucking-around voice. “I can magnetically bind you to my sex wall if you’re going to be difficult.”

  She glares at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “No? Then try me. Beg a little more and see what happens.”

  “So I just have to accept your word as law?”

  “For this, yes. When I get back we can sort it all out.”

  She pouts her perfect pink lips at me.

  “OK?” I ask.

  “Fine.” She sighs. “But I would just like to point out that I would be a huge asset on this trip and you are going to regret not bringing me along.”

  “Noted for the record.” I chuckle, then tickle her neck with kisses until she bunches up her shoulders and giggles.

  We lie there a few more minutes. Just basking in our afterglow of sex. But then my door chimes and I hear Jimmy calling from the living room, “Let’s get a fucking move on!”

  “I gotta go,” I say. “And you have to tell us what you know.”

  She sighs deeply as I untangle our bodies, get out of bed, and start pulling my pants back on.

  “Can you do me a favor?” I ask her. Because she has not moved and I need her moving.

  “What?” she says, still pouting.

  “Can you order me battle armor and weapons from the auto-shopper and have them sent to The Big Dicker?”

  She guffaws up at the ceiling. “The what?”

  “The Big Dicker. That’s Jimmy’s ship.”

  “What the—”

  “It’s some constellation from wherever the fuck he says his mother came from.”

  “There’s a constellation called the Big Dicker?” She giggles again. “Some planet has a two-dicked alien as part of its mythology?”

  I laugh too. “I guess I never thought of that.”

  “Where is this planet, anyway? Where they call baby boys Himmy and name star patterns after cocks?”

  “Jimmy,” I say. “It’s Jimmy, not Himmy.”

  “Isn’t that what I said?”

  Oh, man. This girl. “I have no clue,” I say, pulling on my shirt. “But we don’t have time to think about this. Will you order me—”

  “Yes, yes,” she groans. “I’ll do it.”

  “Good. Just enter my name and the shopper will do the rest,” I say, slapping her ass cheek.

  “Ow!”

  “Get up, get dressed, and come out in the living room so we can pump you for intel before we leave.”

  I grab my boots and go out into the living room to find Xyla poking through my sex toy chest and Jimmy rummaging through my refrigerator.

  “What the fuck?” I say, taking a seat on the couch so I can pull on my boots. “Stop going through my shit, you guys.”

  Xyla turns, holding up a purple vibrator. “Can I borrow this for a second?”

  I get up, cross the distance between us in three steps, grab the toy from her, toss it back into the drawer, and slam it shut.

  “I guess that’s a no,” she says. “Too bad. I had plans for that.”

  Jimmy just laughs as he backs away from my fridge. Then he scowls at me. “Where the fuck is your armor?”

  “I’m getting it,” Lyra says, coming down the hallway. She’s wearing her sexy bodysuit again, this time no boots. And her pink-blonde hair is so messy, there’s no way Jimmy and Xyla miss the fact that we just had sex.

  “What the fuck?” Xyla says. “You got off and I can’t take a vibe break in your bathroom before we go?”

  Lyra blinks at her three times. Like, What the fuck did she just say?

  “Never mind,” I say to Lyra. “Just order the armor.”

  Lyra turns to the auto-shopper and begins searching my name. “This one?” she says, pointing to the screen.

  “Yes,” I nod, just as the door chimes again. Valor, Luck, and Beauty enter before I can even say enter.

  “We ready?” Luck asks. “I put two salvage units in the Dicker just in case we need to float outside the station to find a good way in.” Then he looks at me and frowns. “Where the fuck is your armor?”

  “It’s coming,” Lyra snarls.

  “Speaking of Lyra,” Valor says. “Draw us a map, princess.” He opens up an air screen with a 3-D version of the Bull Station schematics. But before she can say anything, the door chimes again and Crux enters with Tray.

  “ALCOR’s coming with us,” Crux announces, not even bothering with hello. “He says he can hack into the station AI.”

  “Dicker can do that,” Jimmy says.

  “No.” ALCOR’s voice fills the room. “I have to come for this.”

  “Wait,” I say, holding up a hand. “You’re leaving the station? Again? Two times in two days. The only two times in two decades. What the fuck is going on?” I say this to Crux. “You know something you’re not telling us. What is it?”

  “I h
ave no idea what you’re talking about,” Crux answers, not ALCOR. So that’s telling in and of itself. “But I’m staying here with Tray. We need to keep an eye on things.”

  “As usual,” Luck grumbles.

  Jimmy and Valor both shoot him a look that says, Don’t start that shit now.

  Because Luck has always resented the fact that Crux and Tray stay home on Harem while I hunt down princesses, Jimmy hunts down bots, and Luck and Valor salvage components from far-away systems that ALCOR requires for maintenance.

  But Crux is Harem’s governor and Tray runs the Pleasure Prison virtual reality, which at any given moment in time is holding almost a million people. So he literally can’t leave unless we shut that thing down.

  And we won’t do that. That’s where most of our profit is made.

  “I’ll leave a copy behind,” ALCOR says, answering my question. Sort of. But not really, now that I think about it.

  “Whatever,” Luck and I both say at the same time.

  “Oh,” Crux says. “Your bot is still in the lock-up, Serpint. They’re sick of him and want you to bail him out.”

  “I’m sick of that little asshole too. And he’s not even mine,” I say. “He’s Lyra’s.”

  “Don’t worry,” she calls from her stool in front of the auto-shopper. “I’ll take care of the kids, honey.”

  I scowl at her. “Where’s my armor?”

  “Already delivered,” she snaps, just as Xyla’s air screen chimes.

  “Dicker’s ready to go,” Xyla announces. And then everyone is on the move.

  I hesitate until it’s just Lyra and me, alone.

  She frowns at me.

  “You have to stay here,” I say.

  “It’s not fair. She’s my sister.”

  “We’ll get her back. I promise.”

  I walk over to her, pull her in to my body, and then kiss her softly on the mouth.

  “Don’t get hurt,” she whispers past my lips.

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  We kiss one more time and then I pull away. Holding her hand as I take a few steps towards the door. Unwilling to let her go, but knowing I must. “I’ll be back soon. You’ll see.”

  And before she can pout and frown at me, and before my stupid heart can ache at the thought of leaving her behind, I let her fingertips slide out of my hand, and then I turn away and walk through the door.