by Kyle, Celia
“I had to come,” I whisper. “I had to.”
“Alright, lovebirds.” Joining Solair’s side, Varia runs one hand through her hair and looks at us. “As touching as this reunion might be, we’re kinda short on time. We should move before anyone realizes what’s happening.”
Pushing herself away from me, her cheeks burning red, Fiona looks at Varia.
“What’s our next move?”
“We locate the organizers’ office, strip it clean of any money and valuables, and high-tail it out of here,” I reply, my eyes never leaving Fiona. Now that I’ve found her, I’m almost afraid of letting her slip out of sight, lest I lose her again. “Grantian’s contact didn’t know its exact location, but we’re assuming it’s somewhere on the premises.”
“We’ll cover more ground if we split up,” Solair says, and then Varia tosses the spherical communicator my way. Grabbing it, I place it in my pocket. “Varia and I will take the offices on the upper floor, and you guys can take the ones adjacent to the holding area.”
“You might want to wash it first,” Fiona says with a smirk and Varia gives a short laugh. I’m puzzled but move on for now.
“What about the rest of the ladies?” I ask, pointing one thumb at the army of furious women behind me, most of them happily kicking their Kraaj captors. I’m glad I’m on their side.
“I’ll tell them to stay put until we’re ready to bail,” Varia replies, and then turns to address the women. As she speaks, I grab Fiona by the hand and lead her to the other end of the room. I kick one more door open, and then march down a long corridor with doors on either side of it.
I don’t even need to say a thing.
Moving fast, Fiona starts opening every single door she comes across, quickly glancing at the contents of a room before moving on to the next. I take a moment, my brain finally processing the tiny pieces of fabric covering her body, and a heavy dose of boiling blood rushes up to my head. I have to rake one hand over my face so I regain my focus.
Following Fiona’s lead, I start handling the right side of the corridor while she handles the left. Not even a minute later and I hear her gasp. I tense up immediately, a shot of adrenaline filtering into my bloodstream.
“What?” I ask her, spinning on my heels. She’s standing on a room’s doorway, right at the end of the corridor, and there’s an excited smile on her face. “Did you find anything?”
“I believe I did,” she replies, stepping out of the way so I can peer into the room. I cross the threshold and then cock one eyebrow up as I see a massive mahogany desk at the center of the room with tall stacks of hard credits littering its surface. On one side of the desk is a terminal, and on its screen is some kind of spreadsheet. It seems like the organizer was doing the ledgers.
“Good work,” I say. “Let’s pack it up and—”
Before I have the chance to plot our course of action, Fiona locks the door behind us and jumps at me. I don’t have the courage to protest as she crushes her mouth against me, the warmth of her body enough for me to throw all rationality out the window.
“I know we don’t have the time,” she whispers against my lips, but she doesn’t stop kissing me.
My next words come fast and easy.
“We’ll make the time.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Fiona
Only one word can describe us, and that word isn’t responsible.
Time is running short, we’re locked inside an auction house crawling with mercenaries who won’t hesitate to shoot us dead, and the fate of dozens of women rests on our shoulders. Yet, we’re kissing as if that’s the most important thing in the entire galaxy.
Maybe because it really is the most important thing. After all, we’re together again. How can I tear myself away from him now that we’re reunited? Fate has smiled upon us, and I’m not going to let this chance go to waste. Sure, we might get caught…but somehow that only makes it hotter.
“We need to be quick,” I continue, laying my hands on his chest and running them down until I feel his belt under my fingertips. Before I give him the time to say anything, I go down on my knees, my heart tightening inside my chest as I see two hard shapes straining against his pants.
Unbuckling his belt as fast as I can, I pull it free from its loops. I hold my breath, hook my fingers under the waistband and start pulling his pants down, only stopping when I have my eyes glued to the stretched fabric of his boxer briefs. I know he has two cocks, but to actually be seeing them…it’s unreal.
“You can do more than just stare,” he says, his voice brimming with lustful anticipation. As he speaks, his cocks throb against the fabric, and I’m reaching out for them before I even know what the hell I’m doing. Flattening the palm of my hand against his hardness, I spread my fingers wide as I feel the warmth of his flesh.
I take a second to ready myself and then take a deep breath.
Moving fast, I push his boxers down, freeing his erections. His two hard cocks spring free at once, their size making me pause for a second, and then I lay my fingers on them once more. Grabbing them by the root, I look up and lock my eyes on his.
Then, dragging my teeth over my bottom lip, I smile.
I start flicking both my wrists at a slow pace, a tenderness to my movements as I watch him close his eyes with an expression of pure bliss washing over his face. It doesn’t take long before I pick up the pace, though, my fingers running up and down his entire length in a furious rhythm.
“Fuck, that feels so…”
I don’t let him finish.
Leaning in, I tilt my head to the side and stick my tongue out. Pressing it against the side of his primary cock, I close my eyes as I trace its contour with my tongue, enjoying the way his flavor floods my mouth. Then, I move up to the tip and open my mouth wide.
I hear him groan, his voice coming at me as if he were standing on the other side of the galaxy, and that’s when I move in for the kill…rolling my lips down his length, I only stop when I feel him pressed against the back of my throat.
I don’t ease up.
I keep on stroking his other cock and, as I start bobbing my head, I try to match rhythms. It’s only a matter of seconds before my hand is working in unison with my mouth, and I smile inwardly as I inflict the sweetest of punishments upon his two cocks, fully knowing I’m the reason behind the ecstatic smile on his face.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he says all of a sudden and then pulls back. Grabbing me by the wrist, he pulls me up to my feet, flames dancing in his eyes. “You have no idea how much I want you, Fiona. How much I need you.”
“Show me,” I breathe out, my whole body on fire.
“Oh, I will.” Placing both hands on my hips, he pushes me back until I have my backside pressed against the edge of the desk. A few coins fall from the pile of golden stacks, rolling down to the floor, but we don’t pay it any heed. We just melt into a wicked embrace, his lips crushed on mine.
A shiver runs up my spine as I feel one of his hands going up my back, and then the cups on my skimpy bra droop over my breasts as he unclasps it. He rips it off me with a quick movement, freeing my nipples, and then takes his hand down to my waist. Hooking his fingers on the piece of string that runs over my thigh, he’s about to tear it out when I grab his wrist.
“Don’t,” I say. “I’m all out of clothes. Remember?”
“Oh, right.”
More carefully now, he pushes the remaining piece of my attire down my legs, and only then do I realize just how wet I am. My inner thighs are slick with my juices, and a violent heat seems to have settled between them. I don’t even need him to tell me what to do. I just prop myself up on the desk, sitting on its edge, and spread my legs wide.
The moment he closes the distance between us, I lace my legs around his waist and reel him in. My heart speeds up once I feel his two cocks throbbing against my inner thighs, and my brain almost implodes as I think of the mechanics involved. I’ve never been with anyone as large as Montier—never mind the
fact that he’s doubly large—and I can’t help but wonder about the physics of it all.
I don’t need to worry.
Placing one hand on my neck, his fingers gently wrap around it as he forces me down until I’m lying flat on my back. His hand moves down to cup one of my breasts, my hard nipple pressed against his palm, and then he moves his hips forward. Angling one of his cocks up, he presses its shaft down against my clit while he positions the other between my inner lips.
Spreading my arms to the side, I grip the edges of the desk and ready myself for what’s to come. Of course, nothing could have prepared me for it. The moment he eases himself in, one of his cocks brushing against my clit while the other parts my inner lips, it feels as if someone has put a high-powered blow torch against my brain.
“You’re so tight,” he says, his voice dipping into a growl as he allows a few more inches of his length inside me. His thick member pushes my inner walls back, stretching them widely, and I arch my back as he finally settles all of his inches inside my wetness. My eyes roll in their orbits, my thoughts explode like firecrackers, and I’m swallowed whole by pleasure.
He hasn’t even started to thrust.
When he finally begins rocking his hips, pistoning into me with a growing rhythm, a violent moan escapes from between my lips. I grit my teeth, trying to stop myself from being so loud, but it’s useless. He’s thrusting harder by the second, one of his cocks stroking my clit endlessly, and I’m being inflicted so much pleasure that my brain struggles to process it all.
“Harder,” I find myself saying, even though I can’t be sure my body will be able to handle it. That hunger inside me demands it, and it won’t be denied. Obliging, Montier puts all his strength behind his hips, and each one of his thrusts feels like a nuclear detonation. My nerve endings are aflame, my whole body is buzzing.
“How can it be this good?” I moan, my quivering words bouncing off the wall. I keep gripping the edges of the desk so hard my fingers have gone numb, and it only takes a couple of seconds more before my inner walls start tightening around Montier.
“Don’t hold back,” I hear him say, his words cutting through the fog that has settled inside my mind. “Don’t hold back, Fiona.”
I do as I’m told.
Surrendering to him, I let the rising pressure inside me turn into a violent storm, and a tidal wave of ecstasy crashes against me with the force of a supernova. For a moment, my whole sense of self disappears. I become nothing but a floating mass of pleasure, every atom comprising my body spinning on an axis of pure ecstasy.
It doesn’t take long before Montier joins me in madness.
He thrusts one final time, driving all of his length deep inside me, and then his two cocks throb at the same time. I feel his warm seed spilling inside me, and the cock he has pressed against my clit shoots warm ropes of it in an arc, all of it landing on the rising curve of my breasts and on my stomach.
We come together, oblivious to the rest of the galaxy.
“Holy shit,” I exhale, collapsing on top of the desk. “This is better than I imagined it would be.”
Smiling, Montier leans in to kiss me.
“We’ll practice some more,” he whispers, “and we’ll get even better.”
“That sounds promising.”
“Because it is,” he says.
“Thank you, Montier,” I continue, running my tongue over my lips. “I was so afraid I’d never see you again, and I…thank you for coming back for me. That’s all I want to say.”
“Of course I’d come back for you. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I don’t even have to think about it. The words just slip out from my mouth effortlessly. They’re the truth, after all. What we’re feeling right now, and what we’ve felt before…it’s love. What we have is the real deal, and nothing will ever change that.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Montier
I shrug back into my garments as Fiona dresses herself—as best she can in the skimpy attire the slavers forced upon her—while keeping an ear out for any sounds of trouble out in the passage beyond the door she locked behind us.
We can’t stop grinning at each other, and the office reeks of sex. Perhaps because of the danger, it had been incredibly hot.
“As much fun as that was, we should probably get going.”
“Agreed.” She looks around the room, grabs a burlap sack, and opens the neck wide. With a sweep of her arm, she knocks the remaining hard currency coins off the desk into the bag, and then starts picking them up off the floor. I’m momentarily distracted by the sight of her sweetly curved rump before I turn my attention to the heavy, four-legged titanium alloy safe, which no doubt holds the lion’s share of the day’s earnings from the auctions.
“I wonder what the combination is?” I spin the drum idly, watching dozens of symbols flash past in the blink of an eye. “I suppose we can find the master slaver and ask him in a very unkind manner to tell us.”
“We could do that.” Fiona straightens to her full height, plops the bag onto the floor amid the metallic clink of coins, and then displays the device in her hand. “Or, we could just cut through the hinges with this handy arc cutter I got off of Varia and be out of here a lot faster.”
“Good call.”
She hands the device over to me, and I activate the plasma arc. Then I ply it against the heavy titanium hinges, slowly moving the device down in a line and leaving a red-hot glowing trail in its wake. When I’m about halfway through the third of the six—count them, six—hinges, the door begins to sag. A bit of molten metal drips from the edge and spatters on the floor, causing Fiona to yelp in alarm.
“Oh no.” I turn off the device and turn to check on her immediately. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, just startled is all. Being practically naked around a welding operation isn’t exactly conducive to low anxiety levels.”
“I can see where that would be a problem.”
“Ugh. What a disgusting garment, if you can call it that.”
“I agree they are wrong for forcing it upon you, but…”
She cocks her head to the side and favors me with a narrow-eyed stare.
“But what?”
“I disagree about it being an ugly garment. In fact, I like the way it looks on you very much.”
“You would.” She chuckles and indicates the still half-closed safe door. “Get back to work. If you show some hustle maybe I’ll save this little ensemble and wear it for you in your quarters.”
“You mean, our quarters.” I activate the plasma arc and prepare to bend myself to my task once again. Fiona gets a satisfied grin on her face and nods.
“Yes, you’re right. Our quarters. Thank god, I was tired of sharing with Thrase. Have you ever heard her snore? It’s like sleeping next to a lumber mill.”
“Lumber mill?” I frown. “Who still uses timber in their construction needs?”
“Lots of people. You’d be surprised how many humans insist on wooden construction in their homes, despite superior, cheaper materials being available.”
“You humans are creatures of habit. Aren’t you?”
I sever the last hinge and then step back as the door slams to the floor with a resounding thud. It was so heavy I can feel the reverberations in my feet. The smoke clears, and we peer inside.
“Holy shit.” Fiona gapes in astonishment.
“What you said.” I shake my head in disbelief. Inside the safe there are multitudes of cred sticks, which I’d been expecting. There is also stacks upon stacks of paper currency, Kilgari gold notes, Kraaj guarantee slips, even some of the neon toilet paper the IHC calls its money. Coins are also in abundance, many of them made of precious metals useful in star ship construction like platinum and gold.
“That’s a lot of moolah.”
“Moolah?” I turn a frown upon Fiona. “That didn’t translate into galactic standard.”
“It means money. Humans have a lot of diffe
rent words for money.” She ticks them off on her fingers one by one. “Bread, moolah, bank, cash, c notes, dinero…you get the point.”
“I do indeed.” I pick up Varia’s comm device and twist it in the opposite direction, opening up a channel to Solair. “This is Montier. We’ve hit the mother lode, Captain.”
His response comes a moment later.
“Is it enough to cover our expenses for this trip?”
“Is it enough to cover our expenses?” I laugh, picking up some of the opulent jewelry we find in the safe and letting it spill through my fingers. “Captain, it’s enough to pay for our expenses for the next ten years. Or more.”
“Then high tail it out of there before things get too hot.”
“Copy that.”
“Hey.”
I turn around to find that Fiona is standing on the overseer’s desk. She swivels her hips enticingly while her fingers tug at the shoulder straps of her top.
“What are you about, woman?” Not that I should be complaining. I don’t know where she learned such dance moves, but they are clearly intended for an adults-only audience.
“I’m just teasing you a little. Of course, if you make it rain I might do more than just tease…”
“Make it rain?” I frown. “Does Perseus have weather control?”
Fiona laughs and then explains to me what the human phrase “make it rain” truly entails. Apparently it’s a holdover from their past when paper currency was common.
I take a handful of the paper money and throw it in the air, letting it shower over her as she gyrates with even more vigor. I have to admit, it’s a lot of fun. She slips out of her top and then cups her breasts to offer them toward me. But when I reach out to touch, she drifts nimbly out of my grasp.
“Ah ah ah, it’s not time to give me the final tip yet.” She turns about and bends over at the waist, shimmying her rear for my benefit. Slowly, she peels the tiny pair of shorts off as well and then spins about to face me.
I gape in lustful anticipation as she squats down on the desk, legs spread out wide. The action causes her still-glistening pussy lips to open wide as well. Fiona stares at me through half-lidded eyes sucking on her index finger.