by Imogene Nix
“Be careful, woman. The last human that spoke an untruth to me had his lips cut off.”
Noted. Nodding slowly, Elara tried to shake off the ultimate buzz kill. As if being held captive wasn’t bad enough. When he released her wrist, she knelt on the ground and began unzipping his shorts. Already she could make out the massive erection beneath. She sucked in a breath. He was huge. When she slid the shorts all the way to the ground, Rogue’s cock bobbed before her, unhidden by any undergarments. She swallowed, suddenly wondering what she’d gotten herself into.
She immediately noticed his balls were smooth and hairless, probably a result of the intense solar proximity. His massive length pulsed before her, long and thick. Thicker than any man she’d ever had before. A result of increased testosterone in the clones? Either way, she had to admit it was a beautiful, albeit intimidating, length.
“I’m going to lick you.” She gazed up at him, warning him so as not to get her head bashed in at the unexpected contact.
He nodded, so she tentatively approached the swollen head. Grabbing the cock softly, she gauged the girth with her fingers. Afraid the huge shaft wouldn’t fit past her lips, she lapped out with her tongue. Immediately, Rogue jerked back.
“I’m sorry!” Elara flinched, preparing for an impact, but it didn’t come.
“Continue.” Rogue’s fists relaxed at his sides.
Once more, Elara tasted his skin. Tracing a line up from the base of his shaft to the tip, her tongue tingled from the heat coming off his flesh. Instead of the dirt and grit she was expecting, the man tasted like sunlight. Curious, she twirled her tongue around the circumference of his head. Rogue groaned in response.
She glanced up at him, hoping to measure the depth of his enjoyment. His eyes were rapt on her, not slitted in pleasure as she’d hoped. His pale blue eyes suddenly took on a soft quality, not hard as they’d been. Like when they’d slayed her men. Suddenly overwhelmed with shame, she returned her focus back to his shaft. This was survival.
His cock pulsed under her tongue as she dragged it up his hard length. When she reached the tip, she decided to start lower and build the kind of ecstasy he wouldn’t be able to deny. Burying her face between his thighs, she lapped out with her tongue. His balls were tight, evidence that she’d been doing well so far.
“You like it when I lick your long, hard cock?” she purred, doing her best impression of a vixen.
When she enveloped his sack within her mouth, Rogue groaned, a rumble that echoed in the cave. Releasing his balls from her mouth, her tongue lapped out, drawing a line all the way up his shaft to the tip. He growled.
Deciding that the murderous Rogue probably didn’t have the patience for much foreplay, she took his length into her mouth. Prepare yourself, Rogue, for the kind of blow-job that’s going to save my life.
* * * *
Just when Rogue thought his cock couldn’t get any harder, the woman placed her mouth over him completely. His length throbbed and swelled within her soft, warm mouth. Her lips massaged his skin, a tight, wet vise that made his balls tighten and ache with need.
She glanced up at him, probably wondering if he planned to punish her for touching him. The green eyes glancing up at him from where she bobbed on his cock rendered him useless. He wouldn’t harm her. Not when she brought him such pleasure. He admired her for being so bold. Never had he imagined the woman would actually advance on him.
Her hand constricted around his dick, and for a moment, he was unsure if he should smack her hand away, or beg her for more. Unaccustomed to being touched, Rogue suddenly felt vulnerable. He was just about to shove her away when her mouth traveled even deeper down his cock. The back of her throat enveloped him in wet warmth before her lips tightly massaged his length once more. She quickened her pace, bobbing up and down on his shaft. The pleasure building in his balls threatened to explode. As if she sensed this, she moaned, her lips sending soft vibrations down his shaft. She moaned again and it was all he could take. Ecstasy shot through him, the tension in his balls finally dissipating. Weak in the knees, pleasure turned to pain as the woman continued to suck him off. He shoved her away.
Still focused on the satisfaction thrumming through his body, he’d almost forgotten about the woman who had brought him such pleasure. He turned to appraise the interesting creature. The vivid green eyes that had entranced him, now gleaned with wetness. Tears?
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” He glanced toward the entrance of the cave, wondering if he’d heard something. “Yet.”
Once more, Rogue heard a disturbance outside his cave. He moved to investigate, but the voices of his comrades reached through the hall. “I’m sure Rogue is done with her by now. We’ll be the next to have her before she gets too messed up.” Vasser and Tor strode into the cave.
Rogue knew his men weren’t happy he’d taken the woman, but he was surprised they’d traveled across the hot landscape to his dwelling in the thick of daylight. “Bet you’re crispy after that long walk from camp. I would have brought her over eventually.” Rogue addressed his guests.
“We wanted the second run with her.”
The woman whimpered behind him. Moments ago she’d been so bold, he’d almost forgotten she was probably petrified for her life. She’d seen all her comrades murdered. But the way she’d sucked his cock... She’d looked up at him as she slid her plump lips up and down so adeptly. Those forest green eyes had cast a spell on him.
Vasser sneered at Elara’s form as she fumbled with her blouse. “She looks too tired to be much fun. I like ’em feisty.”
Tor needled him. “How would you know how you like them? You’ve never had one.”
“I’m about to.” Vasser approached Rogue. “How was it?”
Rogue glared down at Vasser from his superior height. “I wasn’t done yet.”
“You’re welcome to join us after the first round.”
Vasser and Tor bumped past Rogue and appraised the woman. “Hey, pretty lady. Spread those legs and show us your pussy.”
Rogue walked away, unable to listen. He needed to share, he knew that. But the moment when they first made eye contact in the shuttle replayed in his mind. She was a creature from another world. She was beautiful. And she’d treated him…like a god. The way she’d worked her mouth on him. The sexy way she’d spoke to him. He wondered if she’d treat Vasser and Tor the same way.
His teeth grit in response, unable to picture her attending to the men in the same manner.
“Please.” From behind him, her voice shook. He heard the tears in her plea, a stark contrast from when she’d spoke to him in that sexy tone.
Rogue turned and saw the men pawing at her, both of their dicks already out. Immediately, his blood heated. “I changed my mind. I’m not sharing.”
“Too fucking bad.” Vasser’s hand gripped his cock, pointing it toward the woman’s mouth.
Rogue launched the dagger sheathed at his ankle. It lodged in the brute’s shoulder.
“What the fuck, Rogue?” Tor dropped the woman and checked Vasser’s injury.
Vasser ripped the dagger out and threw it back at Rogue—it missed by centimeters, but Rogue knew his comrade was heavy on the left. “This isn’t over,” Vasser warned, clutching his injury.
Rogue received two murderous glares as his comrades exited the cave. He followed behind to make sure they left. None of his men were supposed to know where this hideaway was located. Vasser and Tor must have followed him from the shuttle. Rogue had been distracted by his find. Otherwise, with so many caves and sinkholes, it would be nearly impossible to find this particular hideout despite its close proximity to base camp.
In the distance, he made out a giant ice-fire. The men were celebrating their victory around the cooling flames. Generations ago, they’d discovered a gas unique to the planet that could ignite, producing cold fire. In an eternally hot environment, ice-fires were a luxury that usually only the humans allowed themselves. But now Rogue and his clone army
were in charge.
Finding the woman curled up in a ball on the cave floor, Rogue eyed her suspiciously. Was she concealing a weapon? Her body trembled lightly. A reaction to the heat? Reaching for her, he pulled her to face him. Her bright green eyes shone with tears. She was scared still. The woman should count herself lucky that he took her instead of allowing the men to have her. They would have raped her, shared her, and chained her up until the next man was ready. Looking at the woman with tear-filled green eyes, he’d realized she’d break if he allowed that to happen.
Luckily for her, he had no intention of sharing her.
Chapter 3
“Stop crying. I didn’t let them have you.”
“I guess we’re even on the favors,” she grumbled, feeling less than magnanimous. She kicked herself for not having knifed him before she was shoved away.
“When is the next shuttle coming?”
“Tomorrow,” she lied. Hopefully, it’d intimidate the clones into leaving her alone. “You should prepare for war.”
“We’re prepared. You saw as much earlier. I’m also smart enough to know that the next ship will take longer than just another day. They would await a report from the captain.” He walked deeper into the tunnel, returning with a bowl of liquid. “Drink. You must be thirsty. We’ve learned that conditions on Earth are much more accommodating to frail individuals.”
“Says the guy wearing a white bonnet.”
“The sun is very intense on this planet. It’s standard clone uniform here.” The icy blue gaze glared at her, but she could’ve sworn there were traces of amusement. He removed the cap and she saw that his white-blonde hair was neatly buzzed close to his head.
She took the bowl of liquid in her hands and appraised it. She nearly drooled at the thought of refreshment. Still...could it be poisoned? The liquid was pure, appearing just like water.
“It’s not poisoned. I don’t need a special concoction to subdue you.” The deep-voiced warning was true enough.
Elara raised the bowl to her mouth, keeping her eyes focused on the clone. His tall body crouched across from her. He looked like a predator ready to spring, but instead he just watched her. She drank. The cool liquid sloshed down her throat. Mmm.
“I can offer you more. First, tell me why you humans were finally sent to collect us.”
“Too many wars, too little souls.”
“So now you need clones.” Disgust lingered in his tone, and for a minute, Elara feared he’d snap. “Tomorrow we’ll be taking that space shuttle back to Earth. If you behave, maybe I’ll take you with me instead of leaving you on this hell hole.”
“Have fun with that. You broke the pressurization seal.” Another lie, the ship was good to go.
“We’ll fix it. When you’ve got nothing but time, it makes you damn resourceful.” He picked up the dagger Vasser had thrown back at him and flipped it in his hand, catching it easily.
“Why do you want to go to Earth so bad?”
He didn’t answer readily, instead, he appraised her, his gaze lingering on her sweat-soaked blouse. “You haven’t been here long, woman, but surely long enough to see this planet rivals the hell that the humans make us read about. It’s dry here, hot enough to melt the skin right off your body during certain seasons. Those tunnels you saw dotting the landscape, those were burrowed by one of US-2’s many creatures. Leave my side, and they’ll snatch you up and swallow you whole. It’d probably be an easier death than you deserve.”
“Excuse me?” Elara glared at him. “Did you keep me alive to insult me to death?”
“Why would you sign up to take men as slaves, take them to a war they can’t even understand?”
“I’m not the bad guy here!” Her voice echoed through the cave, the sound suddenly making her feel more brave.
“Neither am I. Unless I’m crossed.” He stood, the full length of his well-muscled body towering over her. He was still nude, his shaft an intimidating size even while flaccid. “Now that you’re my captive, perhaps you can appreciate what we are fighting for. Freedom.” With that, the clone walked away from her. She glanced away, trying to avoid looking at the well-carved butt cheeks as the massive soldier walked away. He had a perfect body. The kind of body that was built to kill.
Elara’s mind spun. Not only did two beasts of clones try to rape her, but her epic plan to seduce Rogue didn’t work. He’d never before had a woman, and she still couldn’t please him. Yet he’d protected her from those men.
As far as Rogue was concerned, she wasn’t sure what happened. He’d seemed so close to coming. His balls had tightened, he’d moaned, but he’d been disgusted by her, shoving her away as if pained. She should have been happy that his cum didn’t fill her mouth, but it also meant her death.
But if he was going to kill her, why didn’t he just leave her to those men?
Finally alone, the terror of the day washed over her. She’d watched her peers murdered, she’d gone down on her captor, and she’d nearly been raped by two killers. Tears leaked down her cheeks, quickly dried by the intense heat on US-2.
Just as soon as he’d left, Rogue returned. His strong hand pulled her out of the fetal position to face him. When he saw her tears, he sneered in disgust. “I’m leaving to retrieve rations. Don’t try to escape.”
Hope bloomed within her. Of course she’d try to escape. Was this clone daft? She just never thought she’d be left alone to try.
Elara thought back to the initial attack on the space shuttle. The interior had sustained damage, but clearly the clones had been careful, obviously planning to try to take it to Earth themselves.
Rogue pulled on his military cargo shorts, not bothering with a shirt. He pulled a sachet of lotion out of his pocket and slathered it over his hard chest and chiseled stomach. It was a body meant to punish. She noticed he didn’t don the white bonnet she’d teased him about. For stealth perhaps?
She barely heard Rogue’s final warning before he departed. Something about danger. Duh. Elara may have been surrounded by a planet of rebel clones, but she was a military captain, specially chosen for this very mission. Her femme fatale Plan A had failed, but now she had no other choice but to try to ass kick her way off this planet. She was sure as dead anyway, might as well die trying.
Quickly tearing the bottoms off her pants, she pulled them on as cutoffs, doing the same with the sleeves of her blouse. She purposely left the top buttons undone. It was hot as hell there. If she was going to die, it was not going to be of heat exhaustion.
Walking through the cave, the light of day burned brighter and brighter until finally, her eyes seared as the mouth of the cave blasted her with the sun’s heat. “Shit.” Unbuttoning the bottom of her blouse, she tied the fabric in a knot just beneath her breasts. Already, sweat dripped down between her cleavage.
Putting her hand out to block the sun, she scanned the horizon for the ship. It wasn’t in sight, but that didn’t mean much. The landscape on planet US-2 was built with jagged hills and sudden drops. Perfect for hiding a space shuttle, or dying while trying to find it. The only good news of this dry, cavernous landscape, was that it’d be filled with places for her to hide. A daunting chill spread goose bumps over her flesh. Who knew what else hid out on this barren planet?
Suddenly, Rogue climbed out of one of those drops, appearing back on the reddish-brown landscape. Not too far in front of him, she made out a tiny bluish light. Fire? She heaved a breath, deciding that was exactly where she didn’t want to go. So instead, she began making her way in the opposite direction.
Even with her shoes, the ground burned beneath her feet. Would it melt the rubber right off of her soles? In her original mission docket, she was never even supposed to deplane. Now there she was, carefully navigating the dry, dusty landscape, trying her best not to die.
Elara glanced behind her at the sound of a crash, a chunk of cliff falling in the distance. Turning forward, she skidded to a halt, trying to keep her weight from careening over a sudden cliff that
had appeared. Her throat dried, as if filling her lungs with air would send her toppling over the sheer drop.
She stepped back, a portion of rock disintegrating where her foot had been. Finally, she breathed. After surviving a blow-job gone wrong with a psychotic clone soldier, she didn’t intend to die by cliff-diving. After all, as a space captain, she preferred to fly, not fall.
“Gotcha!”
Elara screamed, but meaty hands covered her mouth, wrenching her body against her attacker’s strong, sweaty form. In her distraction, three clones from the earlier attack had discovered her. Tor and Vasser leered at her.
“Look at that body. She’s even got it on display for us.” The third clone licked his lips.
“Rogue must have taught her well.” The brute reached toward her, grabbing her breast violently.
Elara screamed from the pain of the invasion, but the attacker holding her only brought his hand tighter against her mouth. Elara bit down, drawing blood, but a smack to the face sent her to the ground, stars floating above her gaze. Strong arms yanked her back up only to assault her again. The bright sun dimmed as her vision wavered. Stay awake. Fight.
Trying to shake off the impact, Elara kept her eyes lidded, pretending to be half-conscious. One of the clones reached for her breast again and she kicked out, her foot connecting hard enough with his balls to send him to the ground.
“You bitch!” The remaining two clones came at her.
Just as one of them grabbed her, she spied a dagger clipped to his waist. She snatched it quickly and shoved it forward just as the other clone came at her. He fell to the ground, bleeding heavily from his stomach. Seizing her last opportunity, she kicked her leg backward, sending the man that held her to his knees also.
She ran, but the clone grabbed her by the ankle. She hit the ground, air escaping her lungs in a rush. Her body was too shocked to let any air back in. Instead, she writhed on the ground in pain, desperately trying to breathe and clamber back to her feet to escape.