Terminus: Shadow's Prequel

by Alana Khan

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  Terminus (Galaxy Gladiators)

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  Galaxy Gladiator Series

  Terminus (Shadow’s Prequel)

  Dear Reader,

  This novelette is about Shadow before he changed his name from Dakon. It can be read as a standalone story.

  Bellumar Gladiator Gaming Space Station

  Fifteen Years Ago

  Chapter One

  Dakon

  “Dakon, darling, quit complaining. Don’t forget this is how you earn your keep. You can’t sit around doing nothing and expect to afford this lifestyle.”

  I’m standing in my mother’s bathing anteroom as she rearranges her platinum wig for the fifth time in five minimas. She’s sitting in front of her mirror, wearing bra and panties, her mouth pulled into a practiced pout. I can’t help but notice she’s aged this annum. Must be time for another expensive renovatio treatment.

  “I know this is part of my job description. I just had other plans for tonight.” Yes, seducing the lovely four-armed Mordite female with the pale skin and lustrous emerald hair has been on my agenda for days. I get hard just thinking of what those four slim hands could do to my body.

  “You know good and well the week of the annual Septus games is our most profitable time of annum. Your father and I ask very little of you. But for these seven days, you need to be completely at our disposal. More deals are signed during this festival than the rest of the annum combined. We stand to make well over two million credits at these events.” Leaning closer to her mirror, she uses a long, red nail to flick a platinum hair off her cheek.

  “You’ve been with Mrs. Spang before, you know how important this sale is. Her husband was just about to sign the contract to buy over a thousand rextans of prime real estate on Aeon II. Your father is brokering the deal. The commission on this sale alone will keep us afloat for half an annum. Now his wife has encouraged him to look elsewhere. She contacted me privately and indicated an evening with you might change her mind.” She shrugs and raises an eyebrow.

  My lips press together in a thin line and I rub the back of my neck. I know I shouldn’t be irritated with her request. I only “work” about one hundred hoaras an annum.

  “It shouldn’t be torture, Dakon. She’s not an alien, she’s humanoid—our own species. She keeps herself up. It’s not like I’m asking you to have sex with a reptilian. Now put on your finest clothes, drag a comb through your hair, make your way to her room, and show her the time of her life.” She pierces me with her firmest gaze as she looks at my reflection in the mirror, then fusses with her wig again.

  “You and I both know Mrs. Spang has no objections to this sale, she simply wants an evening with me. It’s manipulative.” I’m certain my sullen tone is seeping out—I don’t like being played, nor do I enjoy being told what to do.

  I glance in the mirror and have no idea what my mother wants me to do with my hair. My shoulder-length brown hair is styled in the messy look that is all the rage on the prime planets.

  “We all make sacrifices for this family, Dakon. Besides, she just had a renovatio treatment, she looks good for her age. You have twenty minutes to get to her room on time.”

  I realize there’s no use arguing with my mother. This has been my job in the family business since I was old enough to spring an erection. At first, I was thrilled. What teenaged boy doesn’t want to have all the sex he can get?

  I guess there are worse ways for a twenty-annum-old to earn a living than fucking middle-aged females to enhance my family’s bottom line.

  On my way from my mother’s suite to mine, I pay little attention to the layout of this space station. It’s rumored to have cost over a trillion credits. The sumptuous stylings combined with modern furnishings make visitors feel rich and pampered, as well they should. The cost to stay here, especially during this week of the most important gladiatorial games of the annum, is astronomically high.

  The hallway walls are covered in moving video pictures of the most beautiful destinations in the galaxy. The soundproofing is superb. The elegant chandeliers scream understated elegance. It’s far more beautiful than anything on my home planet, Morgana. I should feel lucky to be here with the elite from around the galaxy, but I don’t. Right now I’d rather be seducing the pretty Mordite girl.

  Back at my cabin, I pull on my finest black mourlot coat and matching pants. The coat falls to mid-thigh and accentuates my trim, muscled physique. I muss my hair on purpose, then leave for Armena Spang’s suite.

  I review my mental notes, remembering exactly what she liked last time we were together.

  She opens the door wearing only panties and a smile. It’s nearly impossible to guess a female’s age on Bellumar. These are the richest people in the galaxy. If there is a potion or a surgery available, proven or unproven, most of these females have tried it at least once. I know she has a son my age; she’s at least as old as my mother. It doesn’t matter. Her face and body are nearly perfect. A pang of lust contracts my balls.

  “Armena, you’re beautiful as always.” Our eyes lock. Her nipples harden under my gaze. The smell of her arousal perfumes the air. My cock kicks beneath my slacks.

  Reaching behind her neck, I pull her toward me and kiss her lightly on her lips. She lifts on her toes and grabs my shoulders. Deepening the kiss, I press inside her mouth and stroke her tongue with mine.

  “You taste amazing, Mena.” I know this is my job, but when I’m doing it, I’m fully in the moment. With Armena it’s no hardship.

  I nip my way to her ear, then invade it with the tip of my tongue. I feel her shiver, hear her low moan.

  “So responsive, Sweet.” I breathe deeply in the shell of her ear, then suck my breath in.

  “Dakon,” her voice is throaty. She presses her breasts against my chest.

  “This isn’t the room you share with your husband?”

  She shakes her head. Good, all I need is for her ancient husband to interrupt us and posture his outrage. I have no desire to get into a fistfight to protect anyone’s honor.

  “Foreplay on the couch? In the shower? Up against the window for half of Bellona to see? Name it, Mena. You went to a lot of trouble for this.”

  “I know I was naughty, Dakon. I shouldn’t have tried to blackmail you just for a few hours in bed. But I haven’t stopped thinking about you...and that delicious cock of yours...since last we met.”

  “Yes, you’ve been very naughty. Perhaps by the time we’re done you’ll be tired of this cock.” I press my hips against her taut belly.

  Her hands paw at the waistband of my slacks, trying to undo the clasp. She finally gives up and slides her fingers against my skin until I’m sheathed in her grasp.

  “Drack!” I moan against her neck, my knees sagging. Her hand surrounds me and she works me firm and slow. I pull away from her, toe off my shoes, and pull off my pants. “Slow down, Sweet, or we’ll get to the good parts too soon.”

  She swiftly unbuttons my shirt, then tosses it over her shoulder and onto the floor. “There’s no such thing as too soon, Dakon. Besides, if I remember correctly, you can go all day and all night. We’ll just get to the second course that much sooner.” She sends me a sly, sexy smile.

  I slip my hand down her panties and massage her mons with the heel of my hand. She sucks air in through her teeth, opens her stance, and presses into me.

  “Looks like Mena’s ready to come,” I hiss into her ear and nip her lobe. “But Dakon wants to tease.” I pull back to watch her expression in time to see her lids lower and the corners of her mouth curve upward.

  My finger slides along her damp folds then circles her core. “D
ripping wet for me, Mena. I haven’t forgotten what you taste like,” I whisper as I sweep some of her juices toward her clit. Her hips swivel as she tries to encourage my fingers toward her nub.

  I pull away slightly and wait to catch her gaze before I slip my fingers in my mouth and make a show of sucking her taste off them. My cock bobs upward, liking the taste as much as I do.

  “Dakon.” She reaches for my cock, her expression heavy-lidded and full of passion, but I pivot out of her reach. “I need you,” she pouts.

  “I’m going to make you need me more.” My smile is full of promise. I lift her and sit her on the gold couch in the living area of the lavish suite. I kneel between her legs, reach forward to kiss her, and pluck her nipples until a low moan escapes her lips. A moment more of this and she’s writhing against the seat, panting. Her husband looks a lot older than her. I wonder how long it’s been since a male’s been balls deep pounding into her. That’s okay. It won’t be much longer.

  I pull off her panties and lift her heels onto the edge of the couch. “Spread wide for me, Mena. Let me see all that pretty pink between your thighs.” Leaning forward I cup her sex in my hand and let her needy flesh press hard against me.

  One hand thumbing her nipple, the other working her sex, I keep assaulting her senses and ramping her up. She lifts up onto the soles of her feet, which are still on the couch and is riding me. Her hands are on my shoulders, she’s panting in passion. I slip one finger into her and feel her muscles contract around me. “Oh, Dakon, why are you teasing me so?” Her voice is husky with lust.

  She’s a beautiful woman, flushed with passion, not afraid to ask for what she wants. Her breasts are bouncing as she rides me. Her sex is dripping wet. I set her onto the couch, lean down and lap at her bud, it’s plump with arousal.

  “Ummm,” she sits back, her heels on the edge, and scoots forward to give me better access. With my mouth working her clit and my fingers hammering into her, she finds her release in a minima, coming with a series of long, deep moans, her head thrown back in pleasure.

  My cock is bobbing in both appreciation and anticipation. He’s ready for action, but I give Mena a moment to catch her breath while I carry her to the bed in the other room and gently toss her onto the middle of it.

  “Let me suck that beautiful cock of yours,” she says as she crawls on all fours to the edge of the bed and reaches for me. When I walk to her, giving her free access, she slides onto her knees on the floor, grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me right into her mouth.

  “Holy Hells, Mena,” I curse as I feel her warm lips surrounding me. I feel the points of her polished nails pressing into the flesh of my ass as I try to hold back my initial urge to immediately release into that willing, talented mouth. One of her hands slips between my legs and cups my balls. “So good, Sweet.” I’m trying to let her control the speed and depth of the thrusting—it’s all I can do not to plunge all the way to the hilt.

  She’s moaning in the back of her throat, adding vibration to the already heady mix. She grabs the root of my shaft with one hand, fisting the part of me that won’t fit in her mouth. The hand and mouth working in unison push me over the edge and I release into her mouth with a moan.

  I pull her up and ease her onto the bed, then almost fall onto it. She straddles me and is pelting me with kisses on my chest, my abdomen, my navel and below. “I know you think I can go all night and all day, Sweet, but I’ll need a minima to recover.

  Her answer is to use the flat of her tongue to lick me like a child’s candy from root to tip, then flick the little hole with the point of her tongue. “We taste so good together, though, Dakon.” The happy smile on her face makes her look young.

  Her one little lick was effective, I feel my cock begin to rise to the occasion. “Ready for the second course, Sweet?” She nods, full of smiles. “Name it, Mena.”

  Her eyes widen, obviously unsure, then, “What’s on the menu?” Her voice is low, aroused.

  “Never mind. I’ve decided.” I have no idea what that old husband of hers is capable of, but I’m going to give her something I know he can’t.

  Rolling out from under her, I stand at the foot of the bed and grab her slim ankle. I pull her bottom until it is about to fall off the foot of the bed. In a swift move, I open her knees wide and pounce, pulling her bud into my mouth. As I suck and tease, I finger fuck her slow and deep.

  I wanted to make sure she was primed for what I have in mind. I also wanted to give my cock time to fully rebound. It doesn’t take long for both of us to be more than ready. Before I realize how aroused she is, she comes hard, writhing on my thrusting fingers, almost screaming in pleasure.

  I forgot how sexual this female is, how capable of multiple orgasms. I don’t need to give her any time to recover, so I rise slightly and plunge into her all the way to the hilt.

  “Dakon!” she groans on a gasp.

  I easily lift her off the bed and carry her to the wall at the foot of the bed. Pressing her back against the wall I take a quick look to make sure she’s comfortable, then begin slamming into her. My thrusts are deep, quick and so vigorous our bodies make a slapping sound as I launch into her over and over.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Oh Gods, so good Dakon.”

  I slam harder, pressing my pelvis against her every time I hit bottom, making sure her clit gets the right amount of pressure. Her knees are bent over my flexed elbows as my hands pull her thighs toward me with each thrust.

  I feel her channel squeeze in pleasure as she screams with her orgasm. Her release triggers mine, though I keep pistoning into her until I can’t feel any aftershocks pulsing in her greedy core.

  Without withdrawing, I walk us back to the bed and we both wind up in a panting, sweaty heap on the spread.

  “Mercy, Dakon. Give me mercy. I need a moment to recover.” She’s still gasping, covered in a sheen of perspiration. I lever out from under her, and slip her under the covers, then join her there.

  “Gods, that was amazing,” is all she can say as she strokes my arm. “Can you stay, Dakon? Nap with me for a moment?”

  I know we’re not lovers. Males like me are supposed to fuck and leave. “I’ll stay a short while, Sweet. I have to be at the festivities tonight, though.” I don’t want to mention that her husband is probably going to be looking for her soon.

  Neither of us sleeps, but she nestles against me and pets me as we smile lazily at each other.

  We both know it’s time for me to leave, but before I can slip out of her embrace she gently cups my cheek with her hand and pierces me with her gaze.

  “You’re a good male, Dakon. A good male.” She strokes my face. “You had every right to be angry at me for manipulating you. It wasn’t a secret that I only encouraged my husband not to buy that land from your father because I wanted to wrangle a few hours with you. You could have been rude or rough, but instead, you were generous with me. And kind. You didn’t have to be.

  “My husband’s wealthy, we have property all over Morgana. You could live in one of our apartments in Cramson. They’re beautiful. You could live rent free until you find something to do with your life. Something other than...this. I would ask nothing in return. You wouldn’t be indebted to me or my husband. You deserve a different life, Dakon. A better one. It’s a sincere offer, from friendship, not a trick. Let me know...”

  “That’s a generous offer, Mena. Very generous. I’ll...give it some thought.”

  I tuck her in and kiss her goodbye. As I saunter back to my suite I assume both of us know my answer was no.

  Chapter Two

  Daneur Khour

  “Drack!” I roar. Although I hate it when my emotions get away from me, I hate it more when I’m taken advantage of. My teeth are clenched so tightly my jaw hurts. Then my lips turn up in a tight smile. I’m one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. Some would argue I am the most powerful man in the galaxy. Anyone stupid enough to fuck with me will pay. I just have to come up with a plan. This should be fun.


  I rub my jaw as my anger subsides; I review the facts. Marcus Valerius is brokering the deal for one of the rare paintings produced by Broog during his red period. I was willing to pay up to five million credits for it. At my request, Valerius tracked down the painting, which was stolen from a museum on Aeon II several hundred annums ago. I’ll give Valerius credit, it was hard to find that painting, the owner faces severe penalties for possessing it.

  The deal was to be consummated tomorrow afternoon, the last day of the Septus Games. That dracking male wasn’t satisfied with a ten percent finder’s fee on the five million credit transaction, he told me the asking price was five and a half million credits. He planned on pocketing his finder’s fee plus the extra half million.

  No one cheats Daneur Khour. No one! I found the owner of the Broog here on Bellumar and made my own deal. Now that I know Valerius was trying to cheat me, all I need to do is figure out how to punish the fucker.

  “Sir,” my lovely aid Fabia interrupts my thoughts. “Sir, I finished my research on Valerius, his wife, and son. Would you like the report?”

  “Take your top off. I think better when I can see your breasts.”

  She immediately does as she’s told, then, “Are you ready for your report, sir?”

  “Sit on my lap, I think better with my finger in your cunt.” She sits on my lap, knees wide. I’ve forbidden her to wear undergarments for just this reason. “Do I need to slap you to get you wet for me, Fabia?”

  “No, sir,” she stammers. “I’ve just been so busy tracking down the information you requested...”

  I smile. Actually, she’s nice and lubricated. I just like to keep her off guard.

  “Continue with your report.” I continue to finger fuck her as I twist her nipple.

  “Valerius is a high-level con artist. He and his wife have spent their lives cultivating contacts in the highest levels of government, as well as royalty, performers and athletes. They have connections all over the galaxy. He seems to be in charge of numbers and closing deals. Oh!” She moans and thrusts her hips, her eyes shutter closed in passion.