by Amon Bieste
Karo pulled the casing from beneath his bunk and opened it. Quickly he retrieved a hook and cable and handed it to Jaru. Jaru wasted no time magnetizing the hook in the highest corner of the wall close to the doorway. Karo rose from the floor and handed him a sleet lock after he’d made a small loop in the strong cable. The sleet lock slid over the loop, the loop over the hook, and then Jaru pulled the cable tight around the metal hook before snapping the lock in place. The same loop was made in each end of the cable but was left hanging, unsnapped. Two more hooks were fashioned in the lower corner of the wall with shorter loops and locks. By the time the chamber door opened again, we were standing side by side, waiting.
The admiral glanced around, but I shook my head. “You will not cover yourself. We require nothing to block your scent.” Her gaze rose to mine. “Come here.”
“I will not. You have done what you were told to do…”
“We have not. Come here,” I repeated. Still she stood, refusing to budge from her place. Again, I felt respect for her. She was as willful as the counselor had said, but I could tell by the gleam in her eye that she wasn’t opposed at all to any command I’d given her. I looked to Jaru. “Bring her to me—roughly.”
Jaru sneered as he stalked toward her, his skin suit turning the color of blood. She took a few quick steps backward, but Jaru did not slow his pace. He grasped the hair on the back of her head and jerked her forward, so her naked flesh pressed against his suit, which brightened.
“You will do as you’re told.” He ground down at her. Fuck you and your huge cock, her thoughts shot back at him.
I admit my respect for the admiral heightened when she spit in his face. Latharians do not enjoy spineless women. It weakens their energies. It was why we were so affected by this female to begin with. She had a warrior’s energy.
Her defiance brought heat to our bodies and Jaru’s skin suit completely disappeared, revealing his muddy-colored scales. “You can walk to the captain or I can ride you to him.” The arousal that suddenly blossomed and shot out from the admiral took us all by surprise. Karo went to his knees. I stood solid into it, sucking it into me.
She was purposely goading us to punish her for her defiance. She liked it.
Jaru’s scales rippled and he moved without control, pushing her back against the chamber door with Latharian speed. His body flattened hers and his thick chest pumped as his breath was forced in and out of his solid body. A slow smile spread across her lips as she met his gaze.
“Take her if you wish,” I told him and another burst of pleasure electrified the room. Though she verbalized refusal and struggled, her energy told no lies. She wanted to be dominated. Most strong females did and I could smell her body moistening. Her arousal was a damp, dark secret that whispered to our senses.
Karo rolled forward on all fours as the admiral pushed at Jaru’s solid shoulders. It was in vain. She could not move him. She only succeeded in arousing us all the more. His scales rippled again, scratching against her skin, and bringing a little moan from her throat. I knew then that if she chose to become the slave, as I thought she would, I would make her a soldier slave.
Still Jaru hesitated, and I could feel his uncertainty. But when that little smile widened and she pushed at him again, he understood as I had that she was playing the role of the submissive. Come on, big boy. Growling, Jaru leapt back and pushed her to the floor without releasing the hair that wove through his fingers. I rocked forward, felt Karo do the same. We drove our energy at her while Jaru mounted her ass. When he drove into her, she cried out, her lips parting so the sound of her voice carried her scent to us.
“Now move,” he told her forcefully, careful not to crush her with his weight. Though Latharians are not visual creatures, the sight of my Latharian brother, knees bent at each side of her and arched into her rear was appealing. When she didn’t do as he commanded, he pulled her head back farther. She began crawling toward us while Jaru’s root pumped inside her. He released her hair and clamped his hands onto her hips.
“You will do as you are told, Admiral.” I told her through my clenched teeth. I rocked forward. “There will be time to play.” I pulled back. “Time to fight.” Forward again. “But time to obey.”
“Yessss,” she hissed.
When she halted before me, I leaned down and grasped her jaw, forcing her to look up at me with her glazed eyes. “Disobey again when I give you a command and you will receive nothing.” She nodded that she understood.
Jaru arched into her and his voice lifted as he expelled once, and then again. I held on to her face, forcing her to look at me while he filled her. It was an easy maneuver that all Latharians knew of when taking pleasure from a human woman. It created a bond stronger than anything I could find in Karo’s casing.
When Jaru pulled from her body, the admiral moaned in slight protest. I stepped aside as Karo and Jaru lifted her to her feet and guided her to the wall. She frowned when they pulled her arms above her head and slipped the loops over her wrists. The cable was pulled taut, and the lock snapped.
“What is this?” she demanded as my Latharian brothers knelt and did the same with her ankles. But she did not fight. That was what mattered.
“This is the way we will mate with you individually,” I explained. “As a pack, we are able to control your movements. But your pleasure is strong. This way, we can take what we need without your movements disturbing us.”
“I’m helpless.”
I smiled and moved closer to her, dipping my head to nuzzle her throat. I breathed deeply. “You were helpless before.” I released my breath and she shivered as it exploded against her heated skin. “But you like this. You should enjoy what we give you.”
“I…do.” I could tell it took some force to admit it.
“We know.”
“How do you know?”
I inhaled again, this time letting the prongs of my tongue flick against her delicate skin. “We can smell it.” Her body shuddered. “Karo is going to mate with you now. You will do whatever he commands you to do. You will not play as you did before.”
“Yes.” She nodded.
I lowered my voice and purposely moved my lips against her ear as I spoke. “You will not close your eyes. You will look at me while he does as he wishes.” Another shudder and my skin suit thinned with the heat I could feel being that close to her.
“Yes.”
I backed away until I reached my bunk, then sat down. Obediently, she kept her gaze locked on me. I wished her eyes were larger, like those of Latharian females. I have always enjoyed watching how the pupils of a Latharian female would expand and black out the rest of their color. It was wildly exotic and just thinking of it aroused me.
It was selfish of me to command her attention. I couldn’t help myself. Her thoughts reached out to me, told me she wanted my cock. She did not try to hide her thoughts, seeming excited to share the secrets of her desire with us.
Jaru crouched on the floor only a foot from where she was bound. He spread his knees wide, preparing for the heat that would swell his root. Karo approached the admiral; his arousal was already strong from experiencing the mating between Jaru and the admiral. His hands touched her stomach, slid up her body to her breasts and then grasped them in each hand. She sucked in her breath, but kept her gaze on me as I’d commanded.
“Talk to her, Karo,” I murmured, reminding him that the female would need verbal stimulation.
“Arch your breast to me,” Karo ordered. She did as she was told, pressing her shoulders against the wall behind her. Her nipples hardened and the scent of her cunt filled us with anticipation. I clenched my teeth and fought to keep my breathing steady, though my skin suit had nearly disappeared.
Jaru growled his response from the floor and tossed his head. He began rocking to the same rhythm I now moved to. We were hungry for her energy.
Karo’s tongue clasped around one breast and pulled forcefully, bringing a desperate cry from her lips. Her lips parted and
her lids grew heavy, but she did not look away from me. I nodded my approval.
Braced against the wall, the admiral could do nothing but take the energy we forced on her. Her breathing matched the flow we’d begun. Forward. She inhaled. Back. She exhaled. Her own energy began grabbing and releasing.
Karo grunted, released her nipple and dropped to his knees in front of her. His tongue flicked against her like a pink whip, snapping across the head of her sex. He reached up and pinched her nipples between his fingers—hard. She cried out and her body jerked.
“Again.” I spoke through clenched teeth, arching myself to receive the response that rushed from her body. Snap! She gave again with another jerk.
“Again.” Heat exploded toward me before his tongue touched her. She was responding to my voice, I realized. I felt possessiveness mix with the heat of my body. So quickly she’d already created a bond with us, with me. A moment later, when Karo’s tongue tickled slight pain against her, she pushed another wave from her body.
My skin suit was gone. My scales moved and I shifted so I sat now with knees apart. My root dropped over the edge of the bunk and swelled and I dragged in a heavy breath of her scent.
We continued to rock back and forth, speed quickening. Jaru was growling, a constant sound that deepened with every push forward. Karo’s root thumped against the floor as he shoved his tongue deep into her, tasting the juices of her cunt.
I could tell when he curled his tongue against that small erogenous zone within her. Her body fought against the cables that held her. And when he worked the prongs of his tongue around the spot, her eyes widened and her body began to quiver.
Please! More!
“Yessss,” I hissed, feeling the tension mounting in her. My root expanded and swelled, thumping against the bunk beneath me to the same drumbeat that both Jaru and Karo hit the floor with. Karo had joined our rocking, driving his tongue in and out of her with our rhythm.
It took but moments for her to reach her peak. The blast of her orgasmic energy filled the room. Jaru leapt forward when Karo stood. They both expelled themselves onto her stomach. Their arousals twisted pain in my stomach when I pushed my heels into the floor and blocked against my own release. It was torment. I craved that bond that only Latharians could have with others of their pack. I gritted my teeth, shook my head wildly, but held back from satisfying my own need.
“Cleanse her,” I spoke through my clenched teeth once Karo and Jaru straightened and their skin suits reappeared, the thin, smooth blue black Latex materializing to cover their scales. They knew what I was waiting for and took their time, washing her with the damp cloth. They massaged her sensitive skin, slowly wiping away their essence in small, gentle circles.
The admiral whimpered, her body quivering. Still, her eyes remained locked with mine. Once she was cleansed, Karo and Jaru headed for the brig, leaving me alone with her. I rose, watching her gaze drop to my swollen root. It throbbed for release but I ignored my urges. I walked toward the hatch door that Jaru had closed behind him.
“What…what about you?” Her weak voice was exactly what I’d been waiting for. She was already submitting to what I wanted, what I desired, what she herself desired. I stopped and looked at her.
“You want me to mate with you?” I knew she did.
“The other two…”
“Do you want me to mate with you?” I repeated. She must say it. Words have power over humans.
Her lip quivered. “Yes. I want your cock inside me.”
I was in front of her in an instant. “Open your mouth,” I commanded and when she obeyed, “Stick out your tongue.” My energy was already pushing and pulling again. The need to mate was so strong now that I was starting to feel ill. Her pink tongue slid out between her lips. I growled and leaned forward, capturing the extended velvet between my lips. My own tongue snaked around hers and I sucked, savoring the wet taste of her new mounting excitement. Without prompting, her lips met mine. I released her velvet slightly, allowing her to pull and suck against my force, then I sucked again.
The energy exchange, when that close and no Latharian to share it with, was violent. I placed my hands against the wall on either side of her head. My body slapped against hers as I rocked into her. She moaned against my mouth when my scales rose and fell, enjoying the scratch against her skin.
Do that again. I did it without stopping to think she shouldn’t be allowed to command me to do anything. Again, please.
My root thumped against her sex roughly. I didn’t try to slow its pace or ease its strength. I wanted her to feel it. She leaned into the cables that held her, pushing toward the force of my root. I released her from my Latharian kiss when her jaw began to tremble, but gulped at the breath she released with every gasp.
“I want to touch you,” she panted, her blue eyes round and pleading with me for more than what I was giving her.
I wanted it too, but it was not the order of our way. My root slapped against her and she groaned. “Not today. Tomorrow.” She moaned a protest and I slapped my root against the folds of her sex roughly. The cry parted her lips and she gave another few pants of energy.
I pushed away from the wall and raked the scales on the backside of my hand over her nipples. She arched, air hissing through her teeth. Her arousal enveloped me, pulled for more. My root slapped violently and when my scales extended, I ran them over her again. It was a half yelp, half plea for more.
“What do you want of me, Admiral?” My voice was no more than a guttural beast sound.
“Everything!” She nearly screamed, bucking her hips forward. “Get inside me! Please!”
My root stilled against the opening of her cunt and then I shoved into her core, so deep that she screamed again. My root swelled within her, didn’t give her time to adjust as I had before, filled and stretched her in seconds. It began to pump as I returned my hands to the wall and thrust the scales of my stomach and chest against her.
Her cry was filled with pain, but also pleasure from the rough edges. I ground into her, my root pumping furiously. “Give me your tongue.” The command was nearly a snarl and she opened her mouth. I didn’t wait for the velvet to come to me. My tongue snaked into soft warmth, wrapped around her tongue and locked her in a kiss that she could not pull away from. I sucked ferociously, matching the strength of her arousal. When I thrust more firmly against her, she grunted into the kiss. The pleasure mounting within her was for me. I wanted it. I pressed again and felt her female cream wet my thrusting root.
I loosened my kiss as she screamed her release, allowing that energy to fill my mouth. I breathed it in with a shout of my own. My root heaved into her, expelling the first wave of pleasure. But it continued to pump, raging within her. I grasped her nipples and pulled at them, causing her voice to tremble when she screamed pleasure again. I emptied for the second time.
Chapter Three
“You cannot mean it!” Jaru stared at me.
“The counselor wishes to watch. He will most likely, as it is with humans, want some kind of interaction.”
“But as humans do?”
“Yes.”
I knew he didn’t like it. Neither did I. But the admiral’s training when Aves was watching would have to be tempered. The counselor would be intimidated and angry if he saw how they truly filled her.
“I shall only expel once if I can find pleasure at all,” Jaru argued.
“As will I,” Karo chimed.
“You will be allowed to finish it once the transmission is dead. But while the counselor is watching, you will take command of your root and grow only the length of a human’s. You will not fill her. And you will…”
“Jab into her mouth as though she is a bowl of thick ferrel soup,” Jaru finished with a disappointed growl. “It isn’t a mating. It is a waste of time.”
“You will do it.”
“Of course. It is your command. But I do not like it.”
“Nor do I,” Karo agreed again.
“Her en
ergy is strong. She will want more,” Jaru pitched one last time.
“She, like we, will have to wait,” I told him firmly. He crossed his arms and grew silent.
“What is she doing now?” Karo glanced at the hatch door.
“Analyzing the disease tests.” I laughed. “Though I believe it late for caution. Still, she is set upon doing her job as admiral.”
“I like her,” Karo admitted. The gentle confession was one we all felt. She’d opened herself to us and a bond had already been created between the four of us.
“She fights,” Jaru added grudgingly. “She fights for pleasure. Yesterday I wished to evoke clash with her before we mated. She would have enjoyed it.”
“She is not our slave to clash with,” I reminded with reluctance.
“It’s a pity that she will be wasted on the counselor.” Karo shook his head. “He is no good for her. She will not yield to him. He is weak. She deserves a Latharian master. She would be happier if she were your slave, Captain Sleece.”
I said nothing. I agreed. I wanted her. They wanted her each for their own reasons. Karo was gentler, he’d found a softer bond with her. Jaru liked her bravado, resistance and strength. If she were mine, she would be theirs as well.
I looked at the short, cushioned stool that had been placed on the bridge in front of the viewer. Slowly, I turned the small camera on the arm of the captain’s chair in a circle until the stool reflected on the large screen. The counselor would get his show. He would be pleased when he was able to see her face, her eyes. He wouldn’t know that it was me she would be looking at.
“There is bitterness in the counselor’s voice. He may say he does not wish to force her and she may believe he does not, but I believe differently of him. If he is pleased enough with what he sees, he may ask you to do as you wish, in an attempt to cause her pain.” I didn’t look at Jaru, but I felt the heaviness of his mood lift. “She will be instructed to resist. It is not a full clash, as that would break our order, but you may feed from some of her natural warrior energy.”