The firing trailed off a moment, and Zara scanned for targets. She tensed, spotting a man darting toward Rand. Her bolt sliced across the front of his mask, and he screamed, hitting the floor in a tumbling roll.
Zara frowned, wondering if her blast had really done any damage. Then a shot hissed over her head, missing her by centimeters, and she forgot about her last target in favor of returning fire. By the time she looked for the man again, he was gone.
Zara rolled again. Just in time; another shot hissed through the spot where she’d just been. They’re zeroing in on me, she thought.
It wouldn’t be long before she would have to fall back, take cover in another tunnel where she’d be less vulnerable.
She swung her rifle back toward the other craft, where Rand still fought its defenders, alternating pistol fire between ferocious blows. Blood sprayed from one man’s helmet, and he went down hard. That one won’t be getting up, she thought in grim pleasure as she fired at one of the men trying to get to safety behind the transport.
At least she was keeping the attackers from the second transport from giving Rand any trouble. It seemed none of them quite had the guts to try to cross the open floor with Zara waiting to shoot them.
Spotting a man trying for Rand, she fired, taking him high on the chest. Unfortunately, the bolt was deflected by his armor, and he kept moving.
Rand leaped up, flashing into one of those incredibly graceful moves vamps did so well. The roundhouse kick took down two Godssonists who’d had the bad judgment to try to come after him side by side. Pieces of both helmets flew as the attackers dropped.
Zara was drawing a bead on another of the fighters when she saw a flurry of movement in the corner of one eye. She jerked her head around just in time to see a boot coming right at her face.
Light exploded behind her eyes and she screamed as blood flew from her nose. She flipped over onto her back, trying to roll away from the shot the man was probably about to fire into her skull.
Instead she felt hard hands grab her by the arms and jerk her right up off the ground. The rifle flew from her hands. He dragged her out of the tunnel, despite her efforts to jerk away. He was just too damned strong in his mechsuit.
“Now, bloodwhore, let’s go have a talk with your fanged boyfriend.”
Zara’s blood ran cold in her veins. She’d recognize that voice anywhere: Lordsvengeance.
Somehow she got one eye open despite the radiating pain from her broken nose. His faceplate had a furrow burned across it, and she realized he was the man she’d hit with the glancing shot. “I almost got you, you bastard!”
“Almost isn’t good enough, you little slut. And you will pay for it, believe me.” Something cold and circular pressed against the underside of her jaw: the muzzle of a plasma pistol.
He hauled her across the floor toward Rand. Her skull throbbed viciously with every step, and she wondered why his booted foot hadn’t taken her head right off. Evidently he must’ve pulled the blow.
“Get out of the way!” Lordsvengeance bellowed at the Godssonists between him and Rand. Startled, they scuttled aside. The colonel shoved the pistol hard against her jaw. “Surrender, you bloodsucking bastard, or I’ll blow your slut’s head off!”
Rand froze, staring at them, horror on his face.
“Good job, Sir!” one of the men yelled. It sounded like Zara’s would be rapist, Godshammer. “You got the bitch!”
“I’m not joking, fucker,” Lordsvengeance snarled, ignoring his son-in-law. “Throw down that pistol.”
Looking at Rand’s anguished face, Zara could almost read the thoughts flickering through his mind. The whole counteroffensive would collapse if he were captured.
“Now!” Lordsvengeance’s voice spiraled into a shriek as he dug the pistol harder into Zara’s jaw. “You’ve got about three seconds before I do something your slut will not recover from!”
Rand’s gaze met hers, and she realized he was going to give up. For her. “No!” she screamed. “He’ll just kill me anyway!”
And Rand and Adela, too, once his mother surrendered -- as she’d do. The mercenaries she’d hired were unlikely to go on fighting once Adela was dead. Even worse, Lordsvengeance might be able to step right into Godsson’s shoes and continue the invasion. This whole thing would be for nothing.
But if Lordsvengeance killed her now, Rand would survive. And he’d make damn sure her killer would not.
“I’m not kidding, fucker!” the colonel screamed, jamming the pistol into her face so hard, she couldn’t suppress a scream. “If you don’t…”
Before he could finish, Zara stepped aside, grabbed the muzzle of his pistol with her right hand, jerked it out of his hand, and drove her elbow into his faceplate. It shattered, her V.S.S. strength and reinforced bones crushing his skull in an explosion of bone, blood and brain.
Zara tore free as Lordsvengeance fell, armor clattering on the cavern’s stone floor. At the same instant, Rand spun and leaped, grabbed the back of Godshammer’s neck, and slammed the lieutenant’s head down into his lifted knee. Faceplate and skull crunched.
The vampire threw him aside and leaped into a whirling, enraged flurry of kicks and punches that took down five men in rapid succession.
Around him, rifles hit the ground as the remaining Godssonists threw their hands up in surrender. “We surrender! Don’t kill us!”
Rand snatched up the nearest fallen rifle and covered them. “Get the neurocuffs,” he growled at Zara.
Grinning in giddy joy, she obeyed her vampire dominant.
* * *
Zara and Rand forced the survivors to strip off their armor at gunpoint, leaving them only their thin skin-suits. She held a rifle on them while he Rand cuffed the eight survivors, including the four wounded, none of whom were in any condition to resist. Her head ached savagely, but she planned to make use of Rand’s medkit as soon as their last prisoner was restrained.
Headache notwithstanding, she and Rand had survived. No wonder Zara was having so much trouble maintaining a stern expression. She was feeling a little too damned happy.
As she watched the prisoners, Rand placed a set of portable force field projection disks around them. The cage the projectors created would keep the Godssonists out of trouble until Adela’s mercenaries could send a transport to pick them up.
The moment the field popped into being, Rand turned and took three long steps toward her. She went into his arms with a moan of delight. He kissed her, his lips hot, demanding, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, stroking and sweet.
By the time they drew back, they were both panting. “Bet the prisoners enjoyed that show,” Zara joked, though in fact, she didn’t particularly give a damn. Thanks to Rand, the Godssonists no longer mattered.
“Give me some credit,” he rumbled. “I’ve got the field keyed so they can’t see through it. Though we can damn well see them.”
“Good,” she said, and rose on her toes to take his mouth again.
When they finally had to separate long enough to breathe, Zara managed, “I have a confession to make.”
He grinned down at her wickedly. “I hope it’s about some particularly kinky sexual activity you’d like to do with me.”
“Close.” Feeling vulnerable and a little shy, she smiled. “The reason I took the chance of jumping Lordsvengeance wasn’t because I knew he was going to kill me otherwise, or even because I wanted to save Falara.” She stroked her fingers over his cheeks. “Not that those things weren’t a factor. It was because I wanted to save you more than anything else. I think…” She bit her lip. “I think I’m falling in love with you. The thought of you dying hurts too damn much for it to be anything else.”
Joy flared in his golden eyes, so brilliant as to be almost incandescent. “Thank you,” he breathed. “God, thank you. I will take care of your heart, Zara Tahir.”
She smiled. “And I’ll take care of yours.”
* * *
Six Months Later
Rand studi
ed Zara with wicked appreciation. His new wife was gorgeously naked, dressed only in a pair of float restraints around her wrists, ankles and forehead.
He’d used them to arrange her deliciously naked body in midair, bent and spread wide to give him maximum access to the sweet ass he intended to torment and enjoy. He’d attached a pair of stimulant clips to her nipples. She moaned softly as they created the sensations she was being licked and suckled, alternating, with varying degrees of pressure from pleasant to stinging.
But it was the ecstasy cat he was most looking forward to using. Unlike those of a real cat o’ nine tails, the whip’s nine lashes were thin neurostim fields that allowed the user to create sensations of pain or pleasure at his whim. Snaking holograms showed the location of each lash, which could also be combined or stiffened for various erotic effects.
Rand liked to keep the focus on pleasure -- depending, of course, on Zara’s needs. Still, an ecstasy cat was a tricky toy to play with, requiring constant adjustments and careful monitoring of the bloodsub’s reactions. Luckily, Rand was a master with it.
And they had all the time to play they needed. They were, after all, on their honeymoon.
Besides, they’d earned it. They’d had to work hard the last six months, helping his mother get the Rand Falaran Foundation up and running. Then there’d been the challenge of rebuilding a planet devastated by two years of looting and war. So when Rand and Zara had spotted the opportunity to get married and escape for a week, they’d been more than ready.
Now it was playtime.
Rand shook the whip out and watched the holographic lashes curl across the floor. The cat produced a convincing slithering sound. It was designed to simulate the noise real leather would make.
“Ready, love?” he purred.
Her beautiful ass cheeks flexed deliciously at the sound of his voice. Her bent pose spread her labia and displayed her pink, tightly puckered anus. He eyed them lecherously.
“Does it matter?” she asked, her tone arch.
Rand grinned wickedly. “Not really.” He brought his arm around and down to lay the lash across that deliciously fuckable ass.
Zara jumped as the wave of hot delight rolled across her skin everywhere the lashes touched. Her gasp made his cock twitch hard behind his fly. Thumbing the butt of the whip, he added a slight sting to the mix and aimed his next shot directly at her waiting asshole.
Imagining that little anus stretching reluctantly wide around his steel hard cock, Rand grinned in anticipation.
He was going to give it a reaming his luscious little wife would never forget.
Then, while he pumped her full of cum, he was going to sink his fangs into that swan throat. And make her climax so hard she’d see stars.
* * *
Zara moaned in delight as her new husband flicked the cat’s lashes upward, directly into her spread labia. One of them hit her clit, sending such a hot jolt of pleasure up her spine, she couldn’t bite back her scream.
“Like that?” Rand asked wickedly, in that velvet and hot whiskey voice of his.
“God, yes.” She shuddered, unable to do more in the restraints that held her suspended in midair. She was utterly at her dominant’s mercy, his to do with as he wanted.
And she’d never been more wildly aroused in her life. Her fantasies of a scenario just like this were the reason she’d become a bloodsub in the first place.
But not even her fantasies had been this good.
Now the vampire sauntered around in front of her. He wore only a pair of black skinsuit pants and knee high leather boots. His magnificent chest was bare. Muscles flexed as he crouched in front of her and reached one big hand under her body to remove the clamps from her nipples. Zara moaned in disappointment as the phantom mouths released her.
Rand’s answering grin was so dark, she felt a hot spurt deep in her hot cunt. “Don’t worry,” he said, a rogue’s grin stretching his handsome mouth. “I’m not going to neglect those pretty tits.” Long, strong fingers cupped her in warmth before he stood and stepped back.
And sent the neurostim lashes flicking right at one stiff little peak.
They landed with a fierce sting that tore a gasp from her mouth. Before she could cringe, he snapped his wrist again. This time ghost tongues licked across both breasts, wet and hot. She closed her eyes and gasped.
“Hold that pose,” her husband ordered.
Zara opened her eyes just in time to see him open his fly, freeing his long, delicious cock.
“And yes, every centimeter is going up your ass,” Rand told her, wicked laughter in his voice. “But first…” He caught the broad shaft in one hand and stepped closer, presenting it to her mouth. “Open wide, darling. It’s time to suck your husband’s cock.”
With a helpless groan of arousal, she obeyed. He angled his hips and slid his length inside in one careful thrust that stopped just short of the back of her throat. Eagerly, she closed her mouth around him and began to feast on the silken shaft, using tongue and teeth and lips with all the skill Rand had taught her.
“Very good,” he said, his voice rasping. “You do know how to use that pretty mouth. Let’s make it a challenge.” She saw him draw back the whip. “Don’t bite.”
Zara heard the soft whoosh sound effect as the lashes flew through the air and down across her ass. She stiffened, but this time the blow was a pleasure so pure she moaned around Rand’s thick cock.
Then, as she sucked him eagerly, the vampire set about teasing her with the cat, sending its lashes dancing over her skin in waves of delight, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.
* * *
Her mouth felt wet and hot and skillful on his shaft. Rand thrust lazily, spinning out the pleasure of her oral worship, watching her long, slim body writhe as he laid on the whip. He aimed each blow carefully for the little dip in her heart shaped ass, knowing the lashes would curl around and down over her anus and labia and right across her clit in impacts of fiery pleasure.
With his vampire senses, he could feel Zara trembling on the verge of orgasm as she reveled in the kink fantasy of being “forced” to suck his cock.
Knowing it would enhance her sense of submission, he fisted his free hand in her thick blonde curls and deepened his stroke, rising on his toes and angling his hips so he could drive more and more of his dick down her throat.
“Mmmm,” he purred. “There’s something about fucking a pretty sub’s mouth…” He deepened his voice into menace. “But it’s still not as hot as fucking her ass. How about it, Zara? Ready to get that tight little asshole reamed?” He gave her one last deep thrust, deliberately making her gag before quickly pulling free.
She looked up at him, dazed. He could feel how close she was to coming, how desperately turned on she was at the thought of what he planned to do to her.
Rand gave her his best demonic smile as he turned and picked up the tube of lubricant he’d left on the bed for just this moment. Tossing down the whip, he flipped open the cap and squirted a line of the lubricant all the way down the length of his cock. Slowly, he began spreading it over his shaft.
“God, I love getting a sub chained and spread, ready to take it up the ass. It’s so good, Zara. Feeling a woman’s tiny puckered anus stretch wide as I force my dick in, centimeter by centimeter. Listening to her little whimpers. Especially when she begs me to stop, when she moans my cock is too big.” She was staring at his ferocious erection like a bird hypnotized by a snake. “Know what I do then?”
Zara licked her lips. “Ream her harder?”
He grinned. “That’s right, bloodsub. You going to give me an excuse?”
She shivered. “I don’t think you need one.”
“Not with you.” He gave his grin a darkly menacing cast as he sauntered around behind her. “After all, you’re an enemy captive.” Eyeing her helplessly bent body, he added, “With a gorgeously tempting butt and a tight little asshole just begging for a good, hard buggering.”
This time he actually h
eard her swallow.
Rand reached for the softly furred lips of her cunt, spread wide by her position. As he expected, he found her so snug and deliciously creamy, he was almost seduced from sodomizing her.
He suspected, however, she’d be disappointed if he didn’t carry out his threat. This first night as husband and wife, she deserved a good, kinky fuck.
She needed to be claimed. Wickedly. Utterly.
Besides, he was harder than a length of neutron steel, and he could think of no better place for his aching prick than her tight little asshole.
Taking his thick, well-greased cock in hand, Nick stepped up to Zara’s pretty curving cheeks and aimed for her rosette pucker. Looking down at the rosy tip resting against her tiny opening, he grinned in anticipation. And began, slowly, to lean into her as he sought to force his way inside.
But Zara was just as tight as he’d known she’d be, and the muscled ring resisted him.
He set his feet wider apart, caught her by one silken hip, and arched his back, using his buttocks to drive his cockhead past her instinctive resistance. Slowly, so slowly, the glans began to disappear inside, vanishing into her deliciously snug ass.
Zara gasped in arousal and pain as her husband’s massive cock stretched her anus millimeter by evil millimeter. She squirmed in her restraints, but the float cuffs held her helplessly still. “It hurts!”
He leaned down until he could breathe into her ear. “Good.” And slid another painful fraction of shaft up her convulsing rectum.
She closed her eyes, feeling cream flooding her empty cunt. “God, you’re a bastard.”
“Umm hmmm.” He reached down and around her thigh to stroke her clit. The sizzle of pleasure blended with the hot fire of the cock steadily working its way deeper. “And you’re a luscious bloodsub with the tightest asshole I’ve ever had the pleasure to fuck. Now be a good girl and relax those little muscles for my wedding celebration.”
With a helpless whimper, she sought to obey, concentrating on opening herself to her lover’s use.
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