“Still...” She merely pouted. “I cannot condone it.”
But her hand had crept into her pants while she muttered those words and the very walls were rattling.
He glowered down at her, annoyed past what he’d ever thought he could be.
“I can.” He grabbed her hair atop her head and tilted her so she had to eye him. “I am Led. I may have teeth and piggy eyes in this body, but I am still Ledderik the ex-cyborg and I swear if I was ever to spank someone, it would be you.”
Chapter 16
“Don’t you dare!”
Despite his grip, Thorn curled higher onto the seat, drawing up her feet, feeling the shivers as the composition of everything around her threatened to disintegrate. He was right, but giving in was wrong.
Dragging off that shirt had been the worst thing he could’ve done. She’d thought Fellen Zed was hot, well dalks were ugly as fuck above the neck, but below it...hells no. She couldn’t help staring at his chest and what ran lower...lower. The lines and ridges where muscle groups ran into each other, underneath each other, twisting. How they bunched and flexed while he held her or shifted his feet.
The scent of him.
She’d slipped her hand into her pants, and that was such a giveaway. Wetness met her fingers. She repressed a groan, was sure it came out as a whimper, and hugged her knees closer to her with her presently unoccupied arm. If she let go, she’d grab his pants.
“Go away!”
“Thorn.” Led sighed. “No.”
Was that a mean appraisal he’d swept over her? A lust-crazed one? That narrow gaze and the sternness of his mouth only fed her desires. Other things were rigid too.
He shook her head and said something but she was staring at his pants and the double bump beneath.
Two. Oh fuck.
She was diverting herself badly. Thorn tried to shake off his hand but failed and glared up at the man...dalk.
“Girl, how dare you stare at my dicks and lick that mouth and then say no. Insufferable. I can’t...”
She closed her eyes but reached out and grabbed, found her hand on one of his cocks, let it drift down the fabric and find the other. Big. Huge in fact. Far too big for her.
“You want it. Say it.”
She sobbed but didn’t let go and surely felt it swell against her palm. “I don’t.” Her jaw clenched and unclenched. “It’s just –”
“Open your eyes.”
Then her hand was pushed aside as he yanked down his pants. She heard him kick them off. At that her eyes did pop open.
There they were – the largest cocks she’d ever seen. Not that she’d seen many...
“Now open your mouth.” He palmed her jaw and urged her to do so with his thumb pressing at her teeth.
“I bite,” she babbled as his thumb slipped between her molars and then onto her tongue –wedging her mouth open, unless she bit off his thumb.
“Not today you won’t.”
She wanted to protest, to say this wasn’t how to stop her cycling. That it was even more wrong and immoral than plain sex, but the feel of his hand on her mouth and in her hair, then the cram of his cock head between her lips, removed all thought of doing anything except taking in this object.
The second cock had seemed bigger, and she felt it slide beneath her jaw.
Already she was cursed with a relentless and deep ache within. Inside, where her hand had been shoved. Pretending was futile. She kinda sorta definitely liked this.
Call this what it was.
This cock. This dick, that promised to fill the right places in her needs.
A male fucking a female. If wrong she was about to be the wrongest of the wrong. She pushed her fingers into herself as he began to rock, making her splutter. The sluice of wetness below let her fingers go far inside, effortlessly.
Thorn moaned.
Only the tip of the head would fit in her mouth. It was enough to tide her over. The taste of a male caused a reaction that lulled her.
“That’s it,” he added soothingly. “Fuck, yes. Wait until I get both of them in you.”
She garbled a negative and tried to look up. His hand slid over her eyes.
“Shhh. Remember me as Ledderik. Don’t look. Let me fuck your mouth a while.” He grunted, thrusting the barest part of the head in and out.
Did her eyes roll upward? Did she moan? The sensations overtook all thought and she found herself pressed to the seat with him over her while he mouth-fucked her, with her head fastened to the upholstery by his grasp on jaw and hair.
Her fingers worked faster between her legs.
She was close to coming when he pulled away and picked her up by the waist, turned her so she kneeled on the seat.
Thorn grabbed the back of it and hung on as Led stripped her pants to below her knees. He prodded those two cocks at her rear.
“Let me into that cunt and that fucking tight little ass,” he growled at her ear, still searching, prodding. The wet noises advertised how ready she was for him. “Those dirty slippery holes. You want it. You want them both, don’t you.”
Rhetorical but... Gods, she did, and she bowed her head and stuck her ass higher in the air, inviting his invasion.
The first cock found her, and her entrance squeezed in at that first poke and withdrawal.
“Cunt,” he grunted. His hand followed, smearing juices, a finger worming into her asshole.
“No!” Until...until, it started to feel good. Surely no. Was this the siren part of her, affecting her, making things better than they...
He shoved at her, oh yes, fuck yes, and she reached down to her clit, only to meet his fingers there, circling, massaging, doing things that made her grunt and grasp his wrist.
Then the second cock breached her below and went into her ass. The tip was pushing at that hole, and he’d pause and stop and try again. It shouldn’t be possible but that lower circle dilated as he forged a little further in, sliding, cramming. They’d seemed far too large, far too large, and Thorn whimpered, squirming, wondering if she should say...something.
“That’s it.” He slid further into her, properly in.
Her muscles pulsed as they accommodated him and stretched.
Her swear words were said quietly, insignificantly, because really, this was becoming glorious the longer he stayed inside her.
“More,” she murmured, waiting for him to push.
“Good,” he muttered and moved closer, pressing, pushing. His body over her, his legs caging her in. No escape but she cared not one iota.
Nothing mattered except the feel of those two cocks, spearing deep, parting her, taking.
This was possession.
When he stopped again, he seemed much too far into her, his body way too close. His breathing was staccato and heating her neck.
“There.” He butted at her again and the sounds she made were impossibly joyful.
How could she like this?
But she did. Thorn, arching neck and spine, choked out another whimper. She clawed at the seat, hung on. “More.” Her muscles clamped down hard. Her panting was embarrassingly loud. “Please. More.”
His answer was blatted away by a roar and sunlight streamed in, an assault on her eyes.
The machine-like pulse of a projectile gun on automatic reached her just as she yelped and turned her head, only to be overwhelmed by sound that rang in her ears and blasted fragments and hot air across her bared ass.
In that same instant, Led had wrenched loose from her – both cocks. Her ouch and string of expletives was barely said before the ex-cyborg had picked her up and jumped from the coach. The torn and twisted wall of the coach passed her by as he leapt to the ground. Something had ripped it open. A monster claw perhaps.
They landed on something hard and rolled off. She gaped, spat dust, and tried to figure out where was up and where was safety.
“Stay down, Thorn!” he yelled.
She stayed. Ass bare, disorientated, she still knew a battle when she was dumped i
nto one. Hurriedly, she yanked up her pants.
Where they’d landed, a man-shaped thing flailed crooked limbs that criss-crossed in a way no human limbs could. It scrambled upright before them, and brought up a weapon, aiming it at Thorn.
Led kicked the mechanoid while snatching away the gun. He shot the gun’s previous owner three times. The blast booted it away and sent it tumbling into the street, skidding, rolling, to a stop.
What was happening here?
In her near vicinity, the dust and shrapnel began to waver and rise.
Another wave of siren allure was incoming.
“Led? Led!”
And Led looked as alarmed as he could with a face full of dalk teeth.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, as her mind began that endless spiral into an orgy of...
“Don’t be.” He shoved something into her mouth. “Swallow.”
Chapter 17
On one knee, Led contemplated the situation, while adjusting his pants properly, and checking the status of his new fancy gun. Across the way, through roiling smoke and rubble-strewn street, the LoL center waited for him to open its door and swap bodies. Or not.
Two auto-defense turrets had risen from the roof of the one-story business. They’d popped up like well-cooked tarts. Barrels bristled from them, and each turret roamed in an arc. One discovered the recently downed bot – a mech-ninja from his markings, or mekinja was the recent slang. He squinted. It was an old version, prone to glitches. The turret whirred then clattered and bullets screamed from the twin barrels at, Led approximated, three thousand rounds a minute.
It ceased firing.
The mekinja had turned into so much shredded metal. It folded and died with a squeak. Small pieces of silvery metal bounced down the street, tinkling.
Patches of the street sizzled.
As if that’d been a signal to attack, green balls of energy flew from above and behind Led’s left shoulder, whommed across the street, spilling energy that crackled where it drizzled on the ground. The balls hit and wrapped around the turrets, melting them into steaming red-hot piles of slag that dripped down the front wall.
The windows of the shop cracked from the heat and fell outward.
Thorn was on all fours on the dusty pavement, palms flat and with her head bowed.
She’d pulled up the pinkish pants to cover her butt and the thin top still wrapped around her at breast-level, but where her back was bared veins showed – branching and wriggling in an unnatural vibrant red.
Led cursed quietly.
Spittle dripped from her mouth. If the agruth he’d shoved in her mouth was working it was yet to do anything good.
Two gun-carrying mekinjas leaped over the top of them, having bounced off the coach roof, their focus on the LoL building. They landed and sprinted forward. Down the street to the left, two molloks also broke cover, regulation long coats flaring as they ran. Their tentacles were on alert above their heads. From their gaze direction and the rise of their weapons, they’d seen the mekinjas and weren’t happy.
A small war was in progress and it was definitely harshing his sexual proclivities.
A third mekinja appeared overhead, legs in mid-leap.
Led snagged his metal foot, whipped him forward and down then pulled the trigger on his gun – slamming the creature with projectiles at the same time as its head slammed the pavement. The weapon was nicely quiet as it clicked out the rounds, but the others heard. They spun. Led climbed his aim past the now-dead one, aiming the bullet stream onto a second mekinja.
It collapsed in a sprawled, well-punctured heap. Its servomotors died with a few pitiful bleeps. He’d say last rites for it later.
Two down.
The third had scrambled into a pile of rubble created by a partly collapsed building. Their little war was recent, and they’d used heavy weapons. A gray pog staggered from the LoL shopfront clutching its head...well the top of its roundness.
Led waved it back and it sat down with a bump.
The molloks had dived for cover also – behind a low wall. They were firing down the street, peppering the rubble around the remaining mekinja. The noise of pulverized rock, plascrete, and dented metal rose to a roar, again.
His ears still echoed with whatever had ripped apart the coach.
It took all of a few seconds to assess this. Killing the molloks could wait. Besides, who was in the right? Maybe them? The law was often an ass when you murdered sentient things.
He sighed, aimed through an aperture between pieces of collapsed building and blew away the last mekinja. More metal tinkled and flew.
Having found his commlink, his weapon whined in his head as it ran out of ammo – *Empty empty empty*
Led tsked. “Shush, gun, you’ll get more.”
He turned to Thorn...and found she was standing in the middle of the street, looking toward the molloks – as you did in the middle of a battle. Luckily they’d ceased firing, for now...
“Thorn! Down!”
Danger. Danger. Every alert in his mind screamed at full bore. He’d kill the whole lot if she’d simply get out of the way!
“Thorn!”
She ignored him and raised her arms.
The shockwave as something radiated out from her, rocked his neurons, then his balls.
Chapter 18
The drag of the power rising in her was electrifying. Red, raw, sexual power. Thorn could sense them all – from Led at her back, to the pog, which was vaguely male, to these molloks. As soon as the last mechanoid was defeated those two stood and their tentacles waved as they tried to figure out who and what she and Led were, and what threat they posed.
They wanted...something here. Desires were her territory, and this was a desperate one. They’d kill to take it, if an individual justified it by getting between them and whatever it might be.
Her? Perhaps. Led for sure.
Whatever they intended, she felt the need to experiment, to use this new power.
Led yelled to her, but she lifted her arms, uncurled her fingers, and waved forth a tsunami of lust.
She could have made them want her.
But that was repugnant.
A startling revelation descended upon her – only one male drew her and he stood behind her. Led was not s’kar. More than a little angry at herself, she increased the lust blanketing the molloks, turned it up to inferno level, and added a topping of who the fuck cares if it’s public.
Smiling, she observed the result.
Tentacles whirled and tangled and began to probe for openings. Clothes were torn away. The molloks became naked so fast their clothes hadn’t floated down by the time the first tentacle speared inside one of them.
Orgasms enveloped them, raining down one after the other from their cries and the squirt of mis-aimed appendages. They rolled into the shadow of the wall and carried on fucking each other, oblivious to onlookers. Of which there were few, admittedly.
Her skin seemed to ripple in time to the shudder of dust and fragments on the ground. Fascinated, she stared.
“What the hells did you do?” Led joined her. “Oh, I do know. Don’t bother saying.”
“The things I can do,” Thorn said in amazement.
She gestured, and a tentacle climbed and curled, silhouetted against the pale sky. It descended, re-entering the fray, and there was a yelp from somewhere within the ball of rolling bodies.
“I’m getting the hang of this.” She held her hands before her. “Whoaaaah. The fire in my veins...”
“Enough! You’ll put me off noodles for life.” He snared her arm, pulling her with him as he headed toward the pog, only pausing a moment to rummage among the remains of the mekinja and extract something. “Hey! You, sir. The law is slow. What say you? Are you okay? Where is the law?”
“I...I don’t know. They shot down the police drones that came over.” The pog pushed himself upright, reaching a height at her neck level. He seemed oblivious to the shards beneath his fat, unshod feet. Several of his
eight gray hands patted his body at once. “I feel unwounded, just dizzy.”
“Do you know why they attacked?” As he spoke, Led was scanning the street, the gun still toted in his free hand, as if he were wondering who else might be out there.
“There are no more,” Thorn told him. “I can feel people, especially males.” Exhilarating. If only her head wasn’t beginning to spin. Or was it the world? Concussion maybe, like the pog?
“Okay. Good.” Led studied her a second then returned his attention to the pog. “Know why they were here?”
“I believe it’s some secret left in a body? I had a threat sent just before, so I hardened my defenses, turned on the turrets...” He waved upward. “They didn’t believe I hadn’t stolen something.”
“I’m due to return this body, and we have a starship to catch.” Led’s grip on her arm tightened.
“You are, sir? Never mind. I recall your data, and you are of good standing with us. Send me all your details soon. Drop this loaner at the LoL center on your destination. Mine are locked down and safe behind thick doors, and I cannot currently change your loaner.”
“Very well.” Led nodded. “Please inform your law officers that we aided you, and I only slaughtered...” He turned and frowned at the bodies. “A few non-sentient mekinjas. The molloks will, I’m thinking, survive?”
Thorn nodded. She sure hoped so, though her grasp of their health was fuzzy. “I don’t think they can die from...that.” She waved her hand in the vague direction of the fucking scrummage. “I’m sure it will wear off.”
“You’re sure?” He tsked. It seemed a habit of his.
“Stop tsking at me. And release my arm.” Because where he touched her was heating up as if she were branded. Uncomfortable, she tugged.
He grabbed her tighter. “We are done here. Let’s get our gear from the coach then run to the spaceport. I’ve told Smorg and Jocelyn where to meet us there.”
He had? Such forethought. She had an inkling she would’ve normally thought of that herself.
A trio of black, head-sized drones zoomed in from overhead, swooping to hover well above where she could’ve reached, then played a digitized light over her, Led, and the bodies.
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