He didn’t remember exactly how he’d gotten here. Only flashes of the recent past flickered through his mind. ACE—the special project he was involved with. He remembered that. And being given some sort of handheld device. An exchange. Yes.
That’s what happened. Orders. He was told he’d receive further orders after…
Brianna’s hand circled his shaft. Oh, yeah. Briggs watched her closely. His shaft was so thick that her fingers didn’t meet, making him feel a sense of pride in his size. She glanced up at him with that sexy smile of hers. Then very slowly, her tongue eased out and swiped across the wide head of his cock, licking away some clear drops of pre-cum.
Unable to stop himself, he growled and tangled his hand in her hair. “If you’re going to suck it, suck it!” He wasn’t about to act submissive or show weakness with these women—this woman in particular. If she intended to eat his cock, he wanted her to get on with it. He’d happily come right down her gorgeous throat.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his ass, not one of hers. He glanced behind him as best he could. The blonde had knelt next to his hip. When her lips touched his ass cheek and her tongue stroked his flesh, he closed his eyes. Damn. If this was their chosen form of torture, he’d gladly sign up for more. He looked around for the red-haired woman. She was fiddling with some sort of case on the other side of the room.
Brianna’s lips slid over his cock.
“Oh, damn…” He looked down. She’d grabbed his full attention with that move.
“More. Take more of my dick. Now.” When she complied, sliding her mouth down a good additional three inches, he about lost it.
The red-haired woman suddenly appeared at his side. He jerked, not having seen or heard her walk over, he’d been so focused on Brianna’s luscious mouth and seeming eagerness to please him. The redhead held a dildo in her hand and raised the object to his mouth.
“Suck this, Colonel.”
She must be kidding! He pushed her arm away. He wasn’t sucking a dick, fake or otherwise.
“The chemicals we gave you didn’t affect you properly,” she told him. “You need to do this.”
“Get that thing away from me!” He had a woman eating his cock and another woman licking his ass, what the hell was the purpose of him sucking a dildo?
Brianna released his cock, and he groaned in disappointment. Damn, he’d been so close to shooting his load. He’d wanted to come in her mouth and watch her swallow every drop of his juices. She rose and took the dildo from the other woman.
As she smiled up at him, her fingers played with the hair on his chest. “There are many parts of this rite that may not appeal to an Earth man, unaccustomed to such ways.” Her voice was soft, seductive. “But I guarantee only pleasure.” She sucked the dildo into her mouth.
At the sight of her sucking the long object, his cock twitched, ready to explode. He ached so badly.
“Brianna, no!” the redhead warned.
No? Why the protest, he wondered. Certainly, the dildo presented no danger, or Brianna wouldn’t have put it in her mouth. Hard to keep his thoughts straight, his brain finally registered Brianna’s words. She’d said, “Earth man.” Fuck! Another indication that ACE had been a success. She slowly pulled the dildo out, then raised her lips to his.
Unable to resist, he covered her sensual mouth with his and pushed his tongue inside.
Oh, yes! She met him tongue to tongue, and made a sound very close to a purr.
“The fever, Brianna,” the redhead whispered.
Caressing his cheek, she pulled away, then sucked just on the tip of the dildo, for only a moment, bringing the object closer to his mouth. She licked his lips then licked the fake cock once more, before turning back to him. His tongue eased out to touch hers, needing more of the taste of her.
Was this woman an alien? Alien…the idea seemed unimaginable. His body didn’t care, in fact, the possibility intrigued him. He wanted to fuck her. Needed to fuck her.
She angled the dildo and slid an inch inside his mouth.
“That’s right, Colonel. Just a little.” She looked at the redhead. “It’s all right. I shouldn’t feel the full effect. I’ve done this enough that the sexual fever won’t build in me the same as in a novice.”
Damn, he was doing it. Sucking a cock, albeit a fake one. What was happening to him? She stole all reason from his brain, leading him to do whatever it took simply to get more from her. He tasted something…on the dildo. Heat exploded inside him, different than before. He pulled back. Fever, they’d said. Sexual fever.
Brianna nodded to the blonde, who rose from her knees and headed across the room.
From the same case as the redhead had opened earlier, she produced another dildo, a thinner one this time. The blonde turned toward him and slowly approached. “Bend over, Colonel.”
Bend over? He eyed the dildo in her hand. What the fuck? “Like hell!”
* * * * *
Sand Moon
As lizard-girl’s tongue probed deeper into his asshole, Kam’s hips jerked. His mind rebelled against the idea of allowing them to make him come. He was so close, but he didn’t topple over. If he controlled his thoughts, he could control his body.
Images of Halah filled his mind, and his cock hardened even more. All right, maybe he should have thought of something else to prevent an impending climax. But she never seemed far from his mind. He needed to find her and convince her that she really could trust him to reunite her with her sister. He hated how they’d parted on Marid.
She’d trusted him, and he hadn’t come through for her, hadn’t told her the truth until he and the other Warriors had gotten what they needed.
And a bigger issue existed here. They needed to stop Daegal from destroying this planetary system and all others. He knew the codes needed to feed into their main computers to disable a large number of their systems. But Halah would know how to disengage their weapons controls from her stay on Marid. As a weapons-trained Warrior, that’s the first thing she would make herself familiar with. It’s how Warriors worked—loyal or not. But she’d need his codes to access the databases and lock in any new commands. If she agreed to help, he and Halah, together, could make sure Daegal would never reign supreme.
His hips bucked, and he groaned. The minion’s tongue was swiping back and forth inside him. If she didn’t stop soon, he didn’t see how he could keep from losing it. The least he could do, if he was going to come anyway, was picture something more pleasant.
In his mind, he was inside Halah’s pussy instead. Oh, yes. That’s where he really wanted to be—pumping his rock-hard cock into her, while she clawed at his back, begging for more. He admired Halah’s strength, loyalty to her sister, and ability to kick ass. To fuck a woman like that would be such a rush. His cum would gush into her like an un-dammed river. He’d also seen her vulnerable side, and that side had melted his heart. He doubted she’d allowed many people to see the softer side of herself.
Lizard-girl’s tongue retracted, and he exhaled heavily. She knelt beside him, dildo in hand. The other two kept his asshole spread. His breathing increased, knowing what came next. He felt pressure against his hole as the tip of the dildo touched him. Then with a push, the long object slid inside. His internal muscles gripped the dildo tightly.
Halah. If he kept her image in his head, he wouldn’t go crazy, and their sexual manipulations and chemicals wouldn’t turn him to their side. His thoughts and the special elements injected into him, as part of the shot he’d taken earlier, had to work.
Up to now, the Lair hadn’t been able to break the chemical reaction of Marid’s Initiations. But Leila’s new discovery showed promise. If the counter-chemicals worked, no more Warriors could be turned to serve Daegal and the Egesa Slave Masters through artificial means. Only true traitors—those who made the decision of their own free will—would turn. And they’d only remain loyal to Daegal by their own choice, not because of any additional means of control.
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The minions pulled him to his knees. Lizard-girl pumped his ass hard.
“Ah!” The sensation of the anal cock fucking him spread through his body like sexual fire. One of the twins reached down and stroked his cock. He twitched, his body unable to stay still. Twice the pleasure exploded inside him. He groaned. Damn, so fucking good! He never would have believed minions to be so skilled. The other sat at his head, her legs spread on each side of him. She peeled open the beige outfit she wore, then guided his face toward her fuzzy pussy. Oh, shit.
His nostrils twitched as he picked up her scent. He knew she wouldn’t let him go, until he’d licked her, which was the way their healing elements transferred. Mentally, he fought against the idea, but her strange, sexual aroma drew him.
Tentatively, his tongue swiped at her wet pussy. Sweet. Really sweet, like the juiciest fruit. She encouraged him to continue, holding him close. He licked and sucked her juices, his hips bucking wildly now.
His engorged cock ached. His ass clutched and released the dildo penetrating him.
Something brushed across his balls. Fuck! He came, and so did camel-girl, both of them moaning loudly.
The sensation shot through his body, and all he knew was the ecstasy of coming.
After he collapsed, they released him. Then they turned him over.
Lying on his back, Kam breathed heavily. His cock still felt semi-hard—a result of the sexual fever. He’d probably come again before the minions left him. They let him rest, while lizard-girl walked over to the other side of the room. He followed her movements with his eyes.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He realized those two words would probably become his entire vocabulary if the ceremony wasn’t over soon.
Lizard-girl had pulled out a long needle from the Initiation case. That thing looked at least eight inches long. They obviously planned to inject him with something.
Something fatal? He couldn’t fight. He felt too weak. A side effect of their rite apparently.
Hopefully, the chemicals already in his system were strong enough to counteract the new ones. Hopefully, the injection wasn’t anything lethal.
The twins licked his ears and rubbed his crotch. One of the camel-girls, not the one he’d licked, pulled her outfit open, and she pushed one of her long nipples past his lips.
He automatically sucked. Some substance emitted from her nipple, filling his mouth.
“Mmm.” He sucked harder, faster. Addictive. He reached up and squeezed her breast, forcing more liquid down his throat. He couldn’t get enough.
Vaguely, he realized the minions could talk because they were whispering in his ears. He couldn’t understand them, but his cock hardened nevertheless, as if their words were sexually charged and his body knew it. Or maybe the liquid he sucked increased his need.
Lizard-girl kneeled between his thighs, holding the needle.
He pulled away from camel-girl, leaving her nipple wet and still leaking fluid.
“Um…what are you going to do with that? I mean, exactly where do you plan to stick it?” All of a sudden, his cock didn’t feel so hard anymore.
Her hand circled his now-flaccid member.
Tensing up, he took a deep breath, expecting her nails to shred his cock and balls.
Instead, she rubbed and tugged. Pumped and massaged.
“Ah…” She possessed some talent at this. The two camel minions sucked on his flat nipples. Oh, yeah. He felt hard as steel in no time and needed to come. Lizard-girl lowered her head, and her long tongue actually wrapped around his balls.
Fuck! His whole body shook. Then before he realized her intentions, lizard-girl stuck the needle into the head of his cock.
On a roar of agony, he pulled against the twins’ hold and almost managed to get loose. If his balls hadn’t been wrapped so tightly…
Lizard-girl pulled out the needle, and the pain immediately subsided. Her tongue withdrew, sliding along his balls in the process.
He jerked. “Fucking bitch,” he whispered. Exhausted, he collapsed against the mattress and passed out.
Chapter Four
Sand Moon
As Kam’s image came into her mind, Halah rubbed her temple. Not what or who she needed to be visualizing right now. That damn man popped into her brain too often and at the most inopportune times. She had never allowed any man to affect her like Kam Nextor seemed to, and it aggravated the hell out of her.
A strange sense of worry rolled through her, all of a sudden. Worry for him. Stupid.
Why should she care what happened to him? If she did, her concern would only be because he still might know something about Josella. Wishful thinking perhaps, but she had nowhere else to turn now for information. She’d tried tracking Josella with her orbiter’s computer, but never picked up a full Sunevian signal.
Unfortunately, Kam was on Xylon and she was here, which did her no good.
Even if she were able to contact him, that didn’t mean she’d ever fully trust him again. Although, maybe good reasons existed for what he’d done on Marid. Given their circumstances, she hadn’t the opportunity to speak with him since that day. She hadn’t wanted to speak with him, she’d been so angry. If his orbiter had even approached hers, she probably would have blasted him out of space. And to tell the truth, she was still angry.
Josella may never even have been here on the Sand Moon. The whole story could have been a lie. She felt her body temperature rise with her frustration.
Get a grip on your emotions, Halah, she chastised herself. Kam had been looking out for himself, just like she was now looking out for herself. While on Marid, she should have known and prepared for the possibility of betrayal from him. Too manic for information about Josella, she’d lowered her guard more than she should have.
Warrior Rule 120—expect betrayal from all sources. Warrior Rule 126—always have a backup plan. Warrior Rule 12—don’t let your emotions rule your decisions. She’d always had an excellent memory for rules. Following those rules, well…
She mentally shook the picture of the handsome Warrior from her head. She had more important things to think about right now. Like her freedom.
Sitting in the corner of the cage, she tried to figure a way out of her current prison.
The guards varied their routines each day, which made things difficult. None of them had shown her any extra interest, so she wouldn’t be able to easily lure any of them into letting her go with sexual promises that she, of course, had no intention of seeing through. No one else in her cage looked like a trained Warrior or fighter, so no help existed there. The prospect of escape seemed dim indeed.
A deal with Rave was certainly out of the question.
Perhaps if she could speak with this Frost, whoever she was, she might be able to arrange some sort of exchange. Halah still knew a few trade-worthy secrets. But the woman never came down to the cages. Or she hadn’t so far. Halah couldn’t even ask to see her, because asking a guard anything just resulted in punishment.
Slaves didn’t speak to the guards. She’d learned that when she’d complained about the food and gotten the butt of a surge-rifle in the stomach for her words. Another female slave was slapped after asking for water. And another ended up berated and tripped for just saying thank you. Halah learned fast to keep her thoughts to herself, and to only speak with the other slaves in low whispers when the guards weren’t close enough to overhear.
Perhaps, she could ask Rave for a meeting with Frost, if the woman ever came to the cages alone. Rave, though untrustworthy, might not be as quick to punish as the male guards, simply because she’d spoken. And Rave would probably enjoy setting up a meeting, just to see who would prevail in a face-to-face confrontation. Halah knew how Rave thought. The female Pain Master took great pleasure in conflict.
Time, a definite factor, was running out for her. The guards rotated female slaves in and out on a daily basis. Somehow, she had to come up with a viable plan before she ended up in
an even worse situation than she was now. Like some Marid officer’s whore. Or worse, an Egesa’s, or a group of Egesas’, sexual plaything.
* * * * *
Forests of Xylon
Standing in the corner, Erik looked over at Alexa, who slept peacefully on a med-cot, with Braden sitting by her side, his fingers splayed over her stomach. The perfect couple. So much love.
Just as he loved Leila. He leaned toward his mate, brushing her hand with his.
“How’s she doing?” he whispered.
“Fine for now. The contractions have stopped. Just a false alarm apparently, but she can still deliver at any time.”
“Do you expect complications?” He knew Alexa felt nervous about the births, because of her and Braden’s different genetics.
Leila shrugged. “Her half-human physiology makes this an unknown for me.
We’ve only had a handful of Earth females bear children on Xylon and none of those were super-breeders like Alexa.” She glanced up at him, worry in her eyes. “If we were in the Lair, with access to all my medical equipment, I’d feel more comfortable.”
So would he. If anything happened to the babies, or Alexa in particular, Braden would never survive the loss. “Can she be moved before the twins arrive? Or after even?”
“I wouldn’t recommend it. She’s been through too much stress already. She’s going to need time to build back her strength, especially after the births. Why? We can’t get out of here unless Laszlo permits it, and I don’t think that’s going to happen. He believes we’re safer here.”
“Laszlo doesn’t know everything.” He’d respected the man in the past, but their once strong leader seemed to be growing weaker by the hour, even with Leila giving him stimulants. Erik doubted Laszlo even possessed the ability to command effectively anymore. He hadn’t completely trusted the man since he’d disappeared from the Lair, leaving Braden to pick up the pieces of command.
Her eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about, Erik?”
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