Only you…
There it was. Bhelais’ weapon. The second they’d flown from Pellaxion space she’d demanded his body. His cock. To save her from a Bliss withdrawal death, he’d given it to her. Now nothing but his flesh would satisfy her. She’d refused the services of a sex-bot; if he didn’t give her his flesh—his blood-filled, eager, depraved flesh—she would die.
Or kill him.
Because the moment they docked at the Unified Parliament space station hanging on the line between the Inner and Outer Boundaries, he’d clamped a prohibitor around her neck and locked her in their quarters.
Bhelais wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked every minute of every day. But she wanted something more. Something he could never let happen.
She wanted to go back to Pellaxion Four.
Back to Crortek.
Back to being his slave.
“I need your cock, Guardian.” Bhelais’ voice became low, husky and she touched her tongue to her fingers again, gaze locked on his. “Do your job and save a victimized soul.”
Jak pulled in a ragged breath. And walked to the bed.
Her slick fingers had his trousers open and his stiff, growing cock out before his thighs even brushed the mattress.
“Doesn’t that feel good, Jak?”
Jak stared into her upturned face, his cock pulsing and throbbing under her squeezing hand. “Yes.”
The word was choked—by both self-disgust and pressing hunger.
Bhelais’ lips stretched into a small smile and she lowered her head, her mouth hovering a breath above his straining organ. “How good? Tell me.”
A groan vibrated through him from his swollen balls up to his tight, dry throat. Spurs of heat stabbed into his groin, arcing up to his anus and back to his heavy sacs with each fondling squeeze Bhelais gave his shaft. Sons of Urik, he wanted her wet mouth wrapped around his cock.
“Tell me how good it feels, Jak or I’ll stop.” It was an empty threat. He knew that. Her life depended on sexual frenzy but he’d be cursed if he could call her bluff. Not when her fingers teased, molded and squeezed. Not when her breath kissed the fevered flesh of his cockhead so intimately.
“It feels so good. Like fire…”
The tip of her tongue touched the small slit at the end of his shaft. Once. “Better than the way my sister made you feel?”
Jak’s eyes rolled back into his head and he ground out a moan, muscles so tense and coiled he felt on the verge of snapping. His hands itched to bury into Bhelais’ tumble of silken hair but he resisted. If he touched her before she gave permission she would pull away and make him watch her writhe and scream in Bliss-deprived agony until he crawled to her in his knees and begged for forgiveness.
Small, even teeth nipped at the bulbous, purple head of his cock jutting from her stroking fist and she flashed him a coy smile. “Am I better than her, Jak? Am I better than my sister?”
Blistering heat surged into his balls as she closed her fist tighter, pumped his length with a brutal force and then abruptly moved her hand away. A raw cry of dismay burst from his lips before Jak could stop it and Bhelais chuckled, the sound low and utterly arrogant. “It is better, Jak, isn’t it? Tell me how good it is and I’ll let you fuck my mouth.” She leant forward, plunged her lips around his cock and then pulled away with a sharp pop. “Tell me how I make you quiver and I’ll let you pump your cum over my tits.” She dragged her thumb across the small bead of pre-cum atop his throbbing cock, smeared it over the venous organ and then slid her thumb across her bottom lip. “Tell me how I make you forget Jaienna Ti ever existed and I’ll let you lick your cum from my nipples and feed it to me with your tongue.”
“Urik’s Blood.” Jak hissed, body afire. “Jaienna who?”
Bhelais laughed, the heavy swell of her breasts bouncing with each low chuckle. “Very good, Jak.” She sat back on her haunches giving him a smug look. “Now fuck your hand.”
He glared at her, body screaming for release, mind screaming for control. “No.”
Bhelais arched a blonde eyebrow. “Fuck your hand now, Jak. Or watch me die.”
Teeth ground together, Jak wrapped his fingers around his cock and pumped. Once. Twice. Scorching tension surged through him. Gods, how was he controlling himself? His hand worked his cock again almost of its own accord and for a second his head swam. How was he not?
“You like that, don’t you, Guardian?” Bhelais cooed, rosy-tipped breasts thrust forward so her luscious nipples brushed the back of his hand. “Say yes, and you can fuck me.”
Jak’s glare turned wild as a bead of sweat ran into his right eye, stinging like a Xolotlan viper. “Yes, I like that.”
Leaning forward again, she cupped his balls, worming a long finger into his trousers and past his butt cheeks to press against his clenched anus. “Say I’m better than my sister. Say it.”
“You’re better.”
“Say it again.”
“You’re better.”
“Again.”
Jak’s balls flooded with wet heat and he bucked his hips forward, the need for Bhelais’ mouth on his cock so powerful he could no longer control himself. “You’re better. Gods of Urik, you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
Bhelais’ tongue traced over the slick line of pre-cum on her bottom lip and she smiled again. “Of course I am. Now fuck me.”
With a roar he threw her back onto the bed, shamed greed ripping through his blood. She squealed, the sound both triumphant and hungry. He stared at her for a second, chest heaving, cock a burning rod jutting from his trousers before throwing himself atop her, grabbing her wrists and ramming them to the bed beside her head. Immediately, she ground her mons to his cock, the velvety-slick curve like a molten brand on his flesh. “Fuck me with that, Jak,” she ordered, burning violet eyes staring into his. “Stick it in my cunt now.”
“I’ll stick it wherever I want, Bhel,” he growled through clenched teeth. “Whenever I want.”
She chuckled and the sound was like a whip biting into his soul. “Really?” One long, toned leg extended and wrapped around his hip, the action spreading the lips of her folds a little wider. Wet cream smeared the base of his cock, matted in the hair on his balls and Jak bucked, fresh blood flooding his already turgid shaft.
He sucked in sharp breath. “Bitch.”
Her responding laugh filled the small quarters. “Correct once again, Guardian.” She moved her hips, sublime body undulating under his until her sodden pussy lips pressed the glands on his cock and her erect nipples teased the tight nubs of his own. “Now,” her fingers tangled in his hair with fierce force and she grinned up at him, “suck my tits.”
Jak did. He was incapable of refusal. He closed his lips around one puckered peak, drawing it past his teeth into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it, a small sense of satisfaction rippling through him at Bhelais’ deep moan. She shoved her breast harder to his face and he bit down hard on the tight pebble.
Bhelais moaned again, grinding her cunt to his now burning cock. “Bite it harder, Guardian,” she ordered. “Save me.”
He clamped his teeth down and she arched beneath him, a high-pitched whimper sounding in the back of her throat. Gods of Urik. Save her? Save him.
He jerked his mouth from Bhelais’ breast and stared down into her face, body and balls aching for release. He needed to see something in her face, an emotional connection. He needed to know the woman beneath him was capable of feeling something other than lust and manipulative control.
Violet eyes stared back at him, free of Bliss but burning with it all the same. “My soul is already lost, Jak,” she whispered, nostrils flaring as her body began to tremble in his hold. “Don’t try and save something that doesn’t exist anymore.” And with that, she sank her nails into his ass and impaled herself upon his jutting, hungry, straining cock.
Liquid heat crashed through him. Over him. Pounded him against rocks he didn’t know were there and left him gasping. “Fucking gods.”
Bhelais’ sex gripped him like a tight sheath, pussy muscles squeezing his length in a slow pulsating rhythm that almost drove him mad. Her nails raked at the leather of his trousers and he bucked his hips, letting her yank them down over his ass. His balls sprang free of the restricting hide and slapped against Bhelais’ pussy lips as he plunged into her again, filling her completely.
The smell of sex filled the air. Jak dragged in a ragged breath, tasting her. Bhelais gripped him, her arms and legs holding him to her writhing body as her sex contracted around his cock. She ran her hands up his back and buried them into the tumbled mess of his hair again, directing his mouth to her curved neck. He knew what she wanted. Pain.
He latched onto the smooth column, at the point where her neck disappeared behind the imprisoning collar, and sank his teeth into her flesh, sucking it with such force she would wear his mark for days to come. A sign of property she seemed to relish. “Tell me, Guardian.” she called out, pussy constricting in tight pulses. “Tell me I’m the best you’ve had. Now.”
Perspiration streaming down his face, Jak pounded into her, wanting to punish her. For using him, manipulating him. For stealing his heart when she didn’t want it. “Curse you, Bhel.” he spat from between gritted teeth, blood still roaring through his veins as their bodies became one.
“Tell me.”
He hammered into her, cock a driving pole of steel that grew harder, hungrier, with each penetration. He knew she manipulated him; he was a Boundary Guardian, for fuck’s sake. His instincts were honed to perfection. But he couldn’t deny her. To feel her sopping pussy suck at his cock… To feel her mouth close around his swollen balls… To know in doing so he kept her alive, kept her with him and no other…
Urik’s blood, man. You’re an idiot.
The thought zinged through his head, his heart, like an eon blast, shattering any control he exerted over his body.
Torrid, febrile tension erupted in his balls. He bucked, spasm after tight, wet spasm possessing him. Bhelais moaned, sinking her nails into the muscles of his shoulders as her cunt contracted and milked his cock. “Oh, gods, Jak. Please tell me.”
She cried out, and—just before his seed shot from his cock in scorching wads—Jak heard it; the faintest hitch of desperate sadness in her voice. It made his chest squeeze tight with warm hope. Perhaps he could save her after all.
And then her lips pressed to his ear and she whispered four simple words. Four words that stabbed straight into his pounding heart like an icy blade: “I want Bliss. Now.”
* * * *
Tornada narrowed his eyes. She’d been here. Not that long ago.
Surveying the copulating forms reclining, standing and hanging around him, he moved deeper into The Pit.
The stench of sex hung heavy in the air, making his cock twitch in interested attention beneath his trousers. Sex with a holo-projection could only take the edge off so much before his body demanded more. Since Jaienna had walked out of their bedroom though, many many months ago, holo-fucking was his only release. Yes, he could resort to a whore or slave, but why should he? Jjor’s didn’t pay for sex, it was beneath his species, and as an Intel-Patrol agent he abhorred slavery.
An esoteric smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. The things he’d done, the sins he’d committed for the Corp were too hideous to comprehend, but he had his ethics. If he didn’t he’d just become one of the sick criminals he hunted down each day.
“May I direct you to a specific den, sir?”
Tornada turned, giving the Sheilite Dom approaching him a steady look. “I’m in the mood for a Raavelian. Preferably redhead.” He affected a contemplative expression. “With green eyes.”
The Sheilite regarded him, exoskeleton plates clacking as she tilted her head slightly to the left. “Raavelians do not come with green eyes, sir,” she said, her own iridescent yellow ones guarded. “May I suggest a Hetap?” She paused for a loaded moment. “Male?”
Tornada suppressed a snarl…and the urge to vaporize the insektoid there and then. He crossed his arms across his chest, letting her see the intricate Jjor nobility tattoo on his left forearm he normally kept concealed. Jjors rarely moved beyond the civility of the Inner Boundaries, but their reputation traveled far. Nobility and royalty did not exist in the cesspool that was the Outer Boundaries, but power and money did. Power and money ruled the Outer Boundaries and Tornada had both. “Female. Raavelian. Red hair. Green eyes,” he repeated. “And do not tell me you don’t have one because I know for a fact Hrung Crortek’s personal buyer purchased one from the slaver Baltiar only a few days ago.”
The Sheilite’s eyes flicked to the left again. There was another pause, this one heavy with agitated tension and then the Dom bowed her head slightly, as if granted permission to continue by an unseen master. “We are no longer in possession of that Raavelian, sire,” she replied, and Tornada noted with a degree of irritated pleasure the change in tone and title. “She was granted freedom by Master Crortek and left with a Boundary Guardian.” Another quick pause. Another quick look to the left. “A Terran.”
A hideously arousing image flashed into Tornada’s mind. A faceless Terran with golden eyes mounting Jaienna from behind, taking her as an animal would take its mate. Primitive, brutal and powerful. He cast the Sheilite a dismissive look. “Thank you.”
Cold satisfaction spread through him. There was more going on here than just an accommodating sex-den Dom. The moment he’d landed on Pellaxion Four his ears had picked up muttered whispering about a fight at The Pit, about a man changing to a wild beast and almost killing Crortek in the main chamber. Whisperings that involved a Terran Boundary Guardian. Tornada had relegated them as local stupidity but the uncharacteristically helpful nature of the Dom before him gave cause to wonder now. The Sheilite was being controlled by someone else, her answers approved before they were given. Something was going on, something that piqued his interest, but he would deal with it and the unseen manipulator in due course. What mattered at that very second was Jaienna’s trail. A trail now so fresh he could almost taste her.
His cock twitched in his trousers and he smiled, eager satisfaction rolling through him.
He was close. So very, very close.
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