In Service

by Mima

  Grady stretched in his chair, his arms going nearly up to the ceiling. “Yo.”

  Three steps, turn. “Do you want a turn at Kor?”

  “I think we should practice double teaming. You and me against Malla. She hasn’t practiced that yet.”

  Shon was silent. Three steps, turn. “Not me. Not wise.”

  Kor perked up, standing. “I’ll do it!”

  “No. I want to watch some more. You do it. Vel and Grady against you.” Malla’s voice had lowered, too. She rubbed her mound harder into the mat, in tight little circles.

  Grady was a blur and Kor was in a headlock. Incredibly, he flipped his body up and around until his lifted weight on Grady’s shoulders made the huge man stagger. Grady’s hold faltered as Kor’s fists rained down on his exposed head. Vel stepped up and grabbed one of Kor’s legs from high on Grady’s torso. The wrestling began in earnest. They were all good, and two against one wasn’t something she’d thought any of them would be able to

  withstand. Kor lasted six minutes. Even in the end, he was down with still one leg free, which he was using to try to kick Grady in the head with. Vel kept knocking it away, but the position the two partners were in kept them from getting his free leg.

  “I’m not done!” Kor choked, shoulders still twisting.

  “For crap’s sake, K, just give in so we can taste Malla.” Vel swatted his leg down again.

  Kor immediately fell still. “Oh. Yeah.”

  Breath coming in little pants from the image of their three entangled bodies, Malla raised her eyes to Shon. He was leaning against the command dash, long legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded. He’d been watching her, not the fight. His nostrils flared.

  “What, no teaching points now?” Kor laughed.

  Vel leaned over and kissed Grady. Their hands rose up to the back of each other’s necks.

  “The lesson is that it took the two of them entirely too long to bring you down. Your minds weren’t focused. I’d bring you all down in under a minute.”

  “Grump,” Kor was opening his armor, peeling it from his shoulders.

  Malla shivered to see Kor’s skin emerging. It was like her men were reborn to her.

  Grady reached to undo Vel’s armor. Malla swallowed, trying to get moisture back in her mouth. Kor had one arm free and was struggling with the wrist of the other arm.

  “First one undressed gets her cunt,” Kor panted. His forehead had continued to bleed through the last match and now blood smeared one side of his face. Malla licked her lips.

  Abruptly, Grady stood and efficiently tore off his armor in a whirlwind. Kor kept pace with him, cursing fluently. But Grady won.

  “Spirit, old man, you’ve had more time to perfect the technique.”

  “You bet your baby butt I have.”

  Grady stood facing Malla, and suddenly, the sleeping nook seemed to close in on her.

  She couldn’t breathe. He filled the cabin, a solid wall of strength and resolve. He plucked her out of the opening, taking her weight easily.

  “Hey.” He smiled down at her.

  “Hi, Grady.” She was still having trouble breathing.

  Kor came up on the side of her. Grady dipped her feet down and slowly stood her up.

  He and Kor undressed her in unison.

  “Do you do this often? Share a server?” Malla didn’t know why she whispered.

  “We’ve done it once or twice. But it isn’t practice that makes this so easy. It’s love.”

  “Oh…” Malla lifted her arms from her suit, and laid them on his chest. He was warm, firm. His heart beat strongly.

  Kor knelt behind her as Grady loosened her waistband. Then Vel was at her side. He took one of her hands and put it on his bare erection. Gasping, Malla shook all over. The air in the fighter was cold. Her already aching breasts tightened. Kor lifted one foot to free her boot. She balanced with Grady’s hands on her waist, and let her hand wander up and down Vel’s skin. He was so hot, soft over hard. She squeezed, testing his core. He thickened, his veins popping.

  “Bring her to me.” Shon’s growling voice rumbled in the cabin. They all froze. It sounded more like “Brrrring rrr tt mmmeee.”

  Malla turned her head. He sat in the shadows, part of the black ship. Only the tan skin of his face seemed to stand out, glowing red from the pilot screens. He was still armored, sitting on the floor against a bulkhead, legs spread. He held out his arms. Malla let go of Vel, fingers trailing reluctantly. Kor had taken off both boots, but her pants were still tangled on one ankle. She walked to Shon, putting her hand in Shon’s rough one. He inhaled, chest lifting high. His eyelids fluttered, and his head fell back against the wall.

  “You’re not afraid.” Yrrrr nnn afffrrraaad.

  “No, Shon.”

  He tugged on her hand and she knelt between his spread legs. He kissed her, lips soft and warm. His hands shook as he cradled her face. Her lower lips throbbed as he swept into her mouth, commanding, savoring. He broke the kiss, his eyes grabbing at hers, burning. He blinked again, and she saw him pulling back, shutting the passion down, gentling it.

  “Shon…”

  He put his hands on her shoulders, twisting so that she turned. He drew her back against his chest, into the V of his legs. She reclined against him while he lay back against the ship. He pulled her legs up and over his extended ones, so that she was spread, ass tucked forward. Malla gasped. The cool air of the cabin attacked her exposed folds. Her head nestled under his chin. Her other three men had come up while they kissed. Kor and Vel were each on one side, and Grady was in front of her, on his knees, sitting back on his heels.

  His huge hand stroked up and down his red cock. His eyes were on her spread thighs.

  “Here’s our Malla, team. Let’s drink together.”

  Kor fell onto her, hand going around her waist, mouth engulfing one breast. She cried out. His mouth was so warm, so wet. His tongue was soft but he sucked hard. Vel came forward and led her hand back to his cock, then took her neck like he was starving. He ate at the sinews, nipped at her collarbone, lapped at her hollows. He fastened over her pulse and sucked. She cried out again, tightening her fingers on his cock, pulling at Kor’s hair.

  Cream oozed from her core, scenting the air. Vel’s hand went to her thighs and gripped the meat of one. He pulled and massaged her skin, fingertips sweeping so close to her heat.

  He curled his nails against the crease in her leg. She couldn’t thrust, like she wanted to, but the frustration only forced pleasure to wind tighter. Her men had her in their control. She belonged to them utterly. Kor was pinning her to Shon, who had her hips in a firm grip. She choked with pleasure when Kor slapped his hand down over her core, swirled through her juices once, and rammed two fingers deep.

  “No finesse at all, Kor,” said Vel.

  He took a breath from her throbbing breast long enough to say, “Shut the fuck up.”

  Malla focused on Grady again. His face was transformed. Lips drawn back, nose lifted, eyes narrowed, he stared at her. Kor’s hand made sopping, slapping sounds. Vel’s finger was gently swirling in her hood. She cried out when he brushed her clit. Kor set his teeth harder into her breast and worried it. She cried out again.

  “Grady,” she gasped, desperate, “Grady, I want that dick. I want it deep, now.”

  He was like stone, ignoring her, his hand rasping over his giant cock.

  Vel moved his mouth down to her other breast. He didn’t settle over the tip, but closed his lips on the slope of her, licked her, and began to suck. Kor left her breast to lean out and watch his hand push up into her pelvis.

  “So warm, so soft. Aww, Malla, so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

  He worked a third finger into her at the same moment Vel’s pulling kiss changed into pain as he pulled a bruise up on her skin.

  Malla wailed as the burn of the kiss washed down her torso to mesh with the burn between her legs.

  Vel didn’t stop, but his thumb flattened on her clit, and Kor
thrust his arm so hard she bounced against Shon. Her hole burned.

  “Grady, I need you! I need it deep. Please!”

  She used Shon’s gesture, stretching her hands out to him, beckoning him closer.

  “I’m here, lovely,” Grady promised.

  Grady came up off his knees and moved forward. Vel broke from her breast to grab him, and they kissed, almost angrily. Kor took his hand from her pussy and shoved his fingers into his mouth. He clutched at her leg above the knee as he writhed, moaning and sucking noisily. Grady broke the kiss, grabbed her waist, lifted her and shoved her hard back against Shon, then tipped forward and drove the first half of his thick girth inside her.

  “Ahhhhh!” The burn of him stretching her, the heat of him, was such a sweet shock.

  Shon’s hands moved from her hips to her ass, his fingers cupping the globes, sinking deep. Her breasts were flattened as Grady lay into her, straining to push himself deep.

  Grady’s face was tucked next to hers, and Vel leaned in and kissed him. Grady drew himself out and struggled to drive in again.

  “Ohhhhhh…”

  She wasn’t going to last. Her one breast was tingling from Kor’s attentions, the other ached where Vel had surely left a bruise. Grady’s body had never felt so huge. The hot, hard skin of him with Shon’s cold, stiff armor at her back made her crazy. She could feel Shon turn his hands, pull on her cheeks, opening them. He breathed harshly against her shoulder.

  Shon’s thumb sank into her ass. Oh, sweet Spirit, she could feel the darkness of him swirling behind her. His possession of her there short-circuited any further thought. Kor was now sucking on her fingers, and Vel had wrapped his hand around hers, dragging it up and down his shaft, forcing her fingers to close hard. Grady stroked her again, then shifted his knees and powered deeper. All her men, so close, so carnal, too much.

  She came. She didn’t so much open the lid on her energy as watch as it was obliterated in an explosion. Surrounded by her men, drowning in their lust and hers, energy poured from her body. She detonated like an ion blast, knew nothing but pleasure. Grady’s hands burned into her waist, his cum a wash of heat inside her. Kor’s teeth set in the meat at the base of her thumb, his grunting breaths on her wrist marking a pained ecstasy her body understood. He splattered against her leg. Vel’s hands ground hers around his tip, drenching her palm with thick, hot cream. A clip on Shon’s armor bit into one shoulder blade. She writhed, tightening on Shon’s finger and Grady’s cock.

  “Shon!”

  He pressed his lips to the back of her shoulder and breathed, “Yesss.”

  Her breath eased from her, relieved, sated, knowing all of her men had come. All right, maybe it wheezed a bit, from lack of air due to Grady’s weight. But he soon rose up and drew himself back. He was still semi-hard, and it was wonderful, sending her shivering all over, clamping on Shon’s thumb. Then Shon withdrew his hand as they lowered her back down to the floor. Kor leaned forward and kissed her breast, softly this time, lapping at the nipple and mouthing it with his lips.

  “Spirit, my mark looks good on you,” Vel rasped, still panting.

  Malla looked down at the oval purple bruise on the slope of her breast. She raised a hand and brushed it, surprised it didn’t hurt.

  Grady stood and went to their supplies in the corner. He came back with a towel and cleaned between Malla’s legs. Shon’s hands on her hips tightened as she shivered and moaned, sensitive to his soft dabs. Then Grady took her hand covered in Vel’s cum and wiped that off. They all took turns with the portable sanitizer. Shon had to undo his pants and clean inside. Malla saw that none of the men teased him or questioned him. Of course not. They were trained to believe he couldn’t be trusted either. She began to get angry.

  Everyone expected him to have to stay out of it, because of his gift.

  As if he were the psychic, he looked up at her, those black eyes glinting. “Don’t start, Malla. It was beautiful. I have no regrets.”

  “Start what?” Kor asked.

  She opened her mouth, furious he hadn’t even noticed how Shon held himself back, the behavior had become so normal.

  Vel stepped up and kissed her. He owned his kisses. There was nothing to do when he kissed her but follow his lips, submit to his tongue. When he finished with her, she was dizzy, swaying, and had to blink to remember where she was. She frowned, remembering her point.

  “Malla. Someday. But not now.” Vel’s low whisper carried only to her as he nibbled on her lobe. “He’s scared about this mission. Not now.”

  She tipped her head, and let him ravish her ear. Sighing, she took her resolve and tamped it down. When Vel was done kissing her back into her armor, he dressed himself and went to the pilot’s chair. Grady watched, a slight smile softening his face. Shon had already disappeared into his vid plate, face tight with concentration. Kor went back to check the navigation, humming happily.

  Malla took her plate from the sleeping nook, and sat in Grady’s lap. He fell asleep in an instant as she worked on her assignment. By the time she was done, they were leaving interstellar, a half hour from Dunru.

  Shon handed each of them a vid. “Here’s the final briefing.”

  The bulk of the plan had been ironed out in a lounge meeting before they left. They were to go in openly looking for Char’s team, Sig Twelve. That was Stage A. They were to acquire them as quickly as possible. Stage B was moving to a vantage point, possibly with Char’s unwilling team. Stage C was getting any pertinent information about Radha from them. Stage D was recharging everyone and meeting with Kappa 49.

  Next, they’d extract Radha, which would be a three-tier attack, if she was alive, if she was still there. That was Stage E. The most dangerous part of the mission, and that was saying something, was the return with her, Stage F. The time it took to extract her would most likely be enough for the Duke’s men to summon reinforcements, and much of Dunru could rise up to try to stop them as well. Either to take Radha as their own prize or to stop them to collect any reward the Duke would give. Stage G was eluding pursuit once they left Dunru, and Stage H was the hand-off, of both Radha to her father, leader of the Ion Blades, and Sig Twelve to High Post.

  Malla read her briefing. She knew each plate held personal notations. When she got to Stage D, recharging in a safe location, Shon had written, “Team will need service. Vel will take Kor. You’ll serve Grady and I’ll be right there.” Malla looked up at Shon, who was grim faced, watching Kor. She read on, but there was only one final personal note, tagged to the return to the ship, Stage F. “If I’ve gone to Fury, you do not serve me. No matter how wounded I am. Even if it means you have to leave me behind to secure Radha. Follow the chain of command: Vel, Grady, Kor. Hold the mission highest: recover Radha.”

  Malla swallowed, feeling her throat swell. It wasn’t fair. There was a to-do list blinking.

  “Link with Kor, get tagged.”

  Vel and Grady were talking in low urgent voices at the back of the shuttle. Shon was leaning up against the wall by Kor. She stood, surprised to feel her heart beating hard. She walked up to Kor.

  “So, how do I join the team’s link?”

  Kor sat back in the nav chair. He drew in a deep breath through his nose, his eyes serious. “You need to lie down. I’ll fuck you slow, and when you come, I’ll rip into your throat. As I swallow a third time, then I’ll rip into your mind.”

  She only had time to blink wide eyes before Shon reached out and smacked the back of Kor’s head. “Ass.”

  She looked from one to the other. “You mean…?”

  Kor shrugged, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry, love. Couldn’t resist. It’s a moment of concentration.”

  She was curiously disappointed it wasn’t a big, intimate deal.

  “Watch my eyes, Malla.” Kor reached out and took her hand.

  She gripped his tightly, still slightly unnerved. In the dimmer light at the front of the ship, she couldn’t see his colors.

  “Hello, Malla, Elite server t
o Team Epsilon 983. How’s it hangin’, babe.”

  Malla moaned, clutching Kor’s hand tight. She felt the softness of her skin through him, how her f n

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  worried about her. He didn’t want her to fea him, when she saw him rip out the minds of r

  people that stood against the mission. Vel’s gut was churning, still uncertain about the wisdom of her going. Kor’s thought latched onto that, and the two men swirled around each other, arguing if she should be left behind, where she could be kept safely midway. “If she doesn’t go, we’ll fail.”

  “If she doesn’t go, we’ll fail.”

  Malla gasped at the odd echo created by hearing Shon’s spoken words with two senses.

  Her gasp rang in four men’s minds.

  “Keep Stardust safe. Guard her.” Shon’s determination was tinged with regret. Vel seethed. If not for his family duty, he’d be team leader, and it was times like these where that really stuck in his throat. Grady soothed him, and their love flowed with a thought. Grady loved being linked. He loved knowing Vel so deeply. Vel was interested in getting his dick down Grady’s throat. How

  ?

  was that for depth

  “Hey, hey, hey, there’s youth here.”

  Kor dropped the link. He gripped her hand as she swayed.

  “All right?” Shon asked.

  “You can fight like that? How do you concentrate?”

  “It gets easier, actually, in a firefight. We’re not all thinking random thoughts. It’s like having four pairs of eyes and four times the reflexes. It’s amazingly efficient.”

  Shon stiffened. “Vel, you have the syringes?”

  “Yeah. I still say this is an added risk. The Duke is totally capable of tracking us by any blood left behind.”

  “We’re being divided. It’s highly probable one or more of us will be taken. We have to plan worst case, with Kor and Grady out of commission. Hopefully, he’ll think we won’t use a tagged enzyme because he knows we have two psychics.”

  Vel went to the case, withdrew the air gun. He loaded up and shot himself first, then, the rest of them. A tiny pinch, and it was done.