Shifter’s Station 3: Loving Your Enemy

by Silvia Violet

  “The tentacles are made from synthflesh. The tables are programmed to understand certain commands. You can train them to others by working with the tentacles: shaping them, telling them to be harder or softer or thicker.”

  The tentacle turned its attention to the inside of Devlin’s wrist. The captain held himself rigid. Kirlos glanced down. Devlin’s impressive erection was outlined clearly by his tight pants. The room suddenly felt much hotter.

  “Table, restrain his wrist.”

  Another tentacle shot out, faster this time. Devlin pulled back, but it caught his wrist before he could escape and bound him to the table.

  “Release me, now.” Devlin’s voice was low and controlled, but Kirlos detected the hint of a growl.

  “Be patient. You should understand how effective the table is at restraining your victim. Table, suck one of his fingers.”

  Another tentacle slid out. It looked like a hollow tube. It latched onto Devlin’s index finger. Kirlos gave a satisfied smile when he saw Devlin’s eyes widen slightly.

  “Table, form a clamp.” A tentacle oozed out. This time the tip was rigid, looking more like metal than the pliable surface of the others. Kirlos grabbed it and directed it to the web of skin between Devlin’s thumb and forefinger. “Table, clamp.”

  Devlin hissed as it snapped shut. He shifted his body, as if trying to escape. But his cock looked even larger now. He was definitely enjoying his demonstration.

  “That’s enough, Adesta. Turn the fucking thing off.”

  “Enjoying it a little more than you expected?”

  “I gave you an order. I expect you to obey.”

  Kirlos grinned. “Table, release the clamp.” The tentacle opened and disappeared into the table’s surface.

  “Turn the table off.”

  “Just one more demonstration. Then, I’ll do as you ask.”

  “I didn’t ask, I --”

  “Table, form a cock here.” Kirlos laid his hand on the table and a thick phallic tentacle rose up. Kirlos wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few strokes. Devlin glared at him but gave no more orders.

  Kirlos bent his head and took the tentacle in his mouth. He pretended it was Devlin’s cock and gave it all the attention he wanted to lavish on the stubborn captain. He swallowed it deep and pulled back slowly while making a show of dragging his tongue up its length.

  Devlin’s desire was leaking past his shields, and it only added to Kirlos’s need to have him again. Kirlos sucked the tentacle into his mouth again and pulled against it, squeezing it with his hand and sucking hard. Devlin made a strangled sound. Kirlos glanced his way, smiling around the hardness in his mouth.

  “Enough. Turn it off or I’m cutting myself loose.”

  Kirlos released the pretend cock and stood. “I don’t think you’d actually ruin such a lovely piece of equipment, Captain. Table off.”

  Devlin pulled his arm back so hard he stumbled against the edge of Kirlos’s berth where it lay folded against the wall. Kirlos dropped his gaze to Devlin’s crotch. He longed to reach out and stroke him, but he knew better than to push any harder. Devlin needed to believe he was in control.

  The captain pushed away from the wall and straightened his jacket. “I’ll send some men to help you move the table to one of the unoccupied rooms on the officers’ corridor. We can use the room to give demos to potential customers.” Devlin turned and left without saying anything else.

  Kirlos slipped his hand into the deep pocket of his tunic and pressed a button, shutting off the recording device he’d started when Devlin had entered his ship. He’d captured more than enough of Devlin’s voice to set the table to recognize the captain.

  Chapter 4

  Marc read over the employment agreement Claire had drafted for him to give Adesta. But he wasn’t really seeing the words. His mind couldn’t shake the image of Adesta sucking that damn tentacle. He’d thought of nothing else since he’d left the docking bay. That wicked table was a potential goldmine. If they could get their hands on enough of the devices, he saw no reason to limit their sales to Sultana. They could broker deals with other planets where the tables weren’t available or where tariffs prohibited their import.

  He shook his head as he remembered the feel of one of the tentacles licking his skin while another held his wrist in place. Only rarely was he willing to submit to erotic torment, but those few minutes with the table had made him want to climb on top of it to be given the ride of his life. Not that he had any intention of admitting such to Adesta. He smiled as he thought of the things he could do to Adesta with those tentacles.

  He shook his head. No matter how much he wanted the Cerian, he wasn’t going to risk losing control again. Maybe when the station was in the black, he’d get a table of his own and find someone else to torment with it. Of course partners were few and far between out here in the borders.

  As willing as many of his crew were to serve him in any way he required, he’d put them off limits to himself. Most of them were afraid of him anyway, even the other shifters. As strong as they were, he was the strongest of all the shifters Terra Gov had made with the possible exception of Denis Ragland. He refused to fuck someone who truly feared him, no matter how willing he or she claimed to be.

  Marc glanced at his screen again and saw the time. It was getting late and his concentration was shot. The Cerian would have to wait another day to get his contract. Marc turned off his monitor and headed toward his quarters. His cock throbbed with need, making every step uncomfortable. He’d have to do something about it as soon as he was in private.

  When he reached his door, he knew instantly that he wasn’t alone. His predator’s instincts allowed him to sense the presence of someone in his territory in a way he couldn’t describe in words. He drew his weapon. He heard breathing and someone shifting position slightly. The movements were so small, they probably wouldn’t be detected visually, but his advanced hearing allowed him to sense them.

  He drew his weapon and put his palm onto the print pad. His door retracted slowly. When the intruder didn’t attack immediately, Marc leaned into the room, weapon out. Adesta lay on the sex table in the middle of Marc’s living area. The lights were dimmed. Burning candles had been placed on every available flat surface. The flickering light highlighted the red and orange tones in Adesta’s rich, smooth skin.

  Marc was furious. But he couldn’t stop himself from appreciating the beauty of Adesta’s naked body stretched taut on the soft surface of the table. The Cerian’s legs were spread slightly, restrained at both ankles and thighs. His arms were pulled up and out so his body formed an x. Marc’s gaze dropped back to Adesta’s cock which rose up over his belly, long and hard. Marc immediately remembered the feel of it vibrating in his hand.

  As Marc stared, Adesta arched his back, lifting his hips as if he knew what Marc was thinking. It was all Marc could do not to lick his lips. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “Saving you from spending the night alone.” Adesta smiled and made a movement Marc could only describe as a slither. Marc couldn’t stop himself from staring at Adesta’s perfectly defined muscles. The man was a fucking work of art.

  “Claire let you in, didn’t she?”

  “She wants you to be happy.”

  “And turning into a wolf and slaughtering you is going to make me happy?”

  “You said your unintentional change was an anomaly. I’m confident you’ll control yourself.”

  “Don’t be.”

  “Do I really affect you that much?”

  Marc could already feel his wolf begging him to take a bite out of Adesta. How could a predator resist a man laid out before him, restrained and helpless? His wolf registered Adesta as prey. He turned away, no longer able to look at Adesta without taking what he was offering. “I want you and that table out of here.”

  “Marc?”

  Marc flinched. No one had dared use his first name in a long time. After a few seconds, he turned back to face the Cerian.
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  Kirlos smiled. “You affect me too. Despite what you might think, I don’t normally come so hard I black out after fucking a man I’ve just met. And I’ve never gotten off on pain that strong without a long warm-up. What’s between us is more than a typical attack of lust.”

  Marc shook his head, unwilling to consider Kirlos’s words. “My control slipped. There’s nothing more to it.”

  “Why with me when it’s never happened before?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  Marc growled, digging his nails into his palms to keep from reaching out and touching Kirlos. “God damn it! Get out.”

  “I can’t.” Kirlos tugged at his bonds.

  Marc felt blood trickle down his palms as he failed to stop his nails from turning to claws.

  “I’ve switched the table to your voice command. It will only respond to you now.”

  Marc took a deep breath. His heart beat so fast he feared it might give out. He could tell the table to release Kirlos, but his mouth refused to form the words. How could he let the Cerian go when his cock was so hard it hurt? He’d thought of nothing but fucking Kirlos since he’d recovered from nearly killing the man.

  He had to say something, anything to keep him from giving in to what Kirlos wanted. He gestured toward the candles. “I hope you don’t think I needed a romantic setting to fuck you senseless.”

  Kirlos’s lips curled up in a wicked smile. “Consider it more of a suggestion.”

  Marc glanced at a row of candles and suddenly he got a vision of Kirlos crying out as he poured hot wax on the Cerian’s smooth, hairless chest. Fuck! How did the bastard know that hot wax was one of his favorite kinks?

  “Table, form three tongues. Lick his nipples and his balls, but don’t touch his cock.”

  Kirlos groaned as the tentacles went to work on him. To his credit the Cerian didn’t comment on Marc doing exactly what Kirlos wanted.

  “What are the table’s limits?”

  “Cerian anatomy is quite similar to human. The table will do anything you could do to me and all of it simultaneously.” Kirlos paused as his breath ran out. He lifted his hips, trying to get the tentacles to touch his straining cock. “If it doesn’t understand, it won’t respond.” He moaned as a tentacle flicked rapidly back and forth across his nipple.

  Marc knew Cerians healed fast, possibly even faster than the shifters. But he’d shown no mercy when Kirlos was under his whip. He doubted Kirlos’s back had repaired itself enough that rubbing it against the table didn’t sting. He smiled at the thought. “Table, form two mouths with teeth. Nip his belly and thighs. Hard enough to sting. Still no contact with his cock.”

  Kirlos twisted, groaning.

  “You feel every welt I put on your back when you move, don’t you?”

  “Fires of hell, yes!” Kirlos stared at him, eyes filled with anger and lust. Then the Cerian gasped as one of the tentacles bit particularly hard. “Fuck.”

  “We’ll get to that. First I want to wring you out until you’re limp and exhausted. I want you to regret ever coming here and taunting me.”

  Kirlos groaned. “Please.”

  Marc slipped off his jacket and shirt as he watched Kirlos buck and twist under the tentacles’ attention. The Cerian arched toward the tongues and fought to get away from the stinging bites. He looked like a fantasy come to life.

  Marc lifted each leg in turn so he could remove his boots. He couldn’t help reaching down to touch his own cock. He rubbed it through his leather pants, not trusting himself to take them off yet. If he did, he might shove himself up Kirlos’s ass immediately and cheat himself out of more fun.

  Fear gripped him for a moment. What if he couldn’t control himself this time? What if the wolf got the better of him again?

  “You’ll… be… fine.”

  Kirlos’s breathless voice startled him out of his thoughts. “What?”

  “You won’t hurt me.”

  “Stay out of my head,” Marc snapped.

  “I haven’t touched your mind. You just looked like you were in pain.”

  Marc held Kirlos’s gaze and kept rubbing his own cock. Kirlos’s eyes widened. His expression changed from concern to hunger.

  Fires of hell, Marc needed this man. He couldn’t explain why, and he didn’t want to. The last thing he needed was more complication in his life. Fucking wasn’t complicated, but Kirlos was right, there was more between them than simple lust. He would never have shifted during a casual fuck. “What if you’re wrong?”

  Kirlos sighed. “I’m not. But there’s a failsafe on the table. If I use my safe word, it will recognize my voice and release me no matter who’s directing the session.”

  Marc scowled. “You told me you couldn’t get free.”

  “I embellished a bit.”

  “You’ll pay for that.”

  Kirlos smiled at Marc’s threat.

  “Table, retract the tongue and mouth tentacles. Keep the restraints.” Kirlos relaxed as the stimulation went away but Marc could still detect the smallest movement in his hips. The Cerian was desperate for friction on his cock. He wasn’t going to get any though, not until Marc was done with him.

  Marc pulled a small end table to the side of the Cerian table. Then he stepped quickly into the bedroom to get some oil and a bottle of lube. He placed them on the table and picked up one of the white pillar candles from a nearby shelf. He smiled. The dish Kirlos had set it in would be perfect for catching any excess wax.

  Kirlos held his breath as Marc dribbled oil on his chest. Marc pressed his lips together to stifle a moan as he rubbed the oil in. He loved the feel of the Cerian’s smooth skin. He took care to coat every inch of Kirlos’s chest and abs so he’d be able to remove the wax easily when they were done. When he reached Kirlos’s nipples, he pinched them hard.

  Kirlos moaned.

  Marc twisted and pulled.

  Kirlos rose up sinking his teeth into his lip.

  Marc bent forward and licked. He didn’t usually like the taste of the oil, but on Kirlos it was delicious. He took a few minutes to lick and bite at both of Kirlos’s nipples and then ran his tongue over his pecs and up to his neck. He laved Kirlos’s skin, enjoying its earthy taste. Then he bit hard just above his collarbone. Kirlos cried out, struggling against his bonds. Marc nipped once more and pulled back, thankful he’d fought the urge to grow fangs.

  His wolf longed to watch Kirlos writhe in pain while he begged for mercy, but Marc held the control for now. He would make sure all the torture he gave Kirlos was for their mutual pleasure. Marc allowed his claws to extend and raked them across Kirlos’s slick skin, hard enough to hurt but not to draw blood. Kirlos hissed but his cock leapt. Marc smiled.

  “Table, form a thick cock.” A tentacle rose from the table’s surface. Marc reached for the lube.

  “You don’t need it.”

  Marc lifted his brows. He knew Kirlos enjoyed pain, but he wasn’t going to put a giant unlubed cock up his ass.

  “The table makes its own lube. Just ask it.”

  “How convenient. Table, lube the cock and put it in Kirlos’s ass. Then hold it still.”

  Kirlos groaned as the pseudo cock pushed its way into his body. “Fuck, that’s big.”

  Marc smiled. “I want to be sure you’re feeling it. I want you wishing it was me up your ass while I set the rest of you on fire.” Kirlos bucked his hips, trying to impale himself further, but his bonds were too tight.

  Marc picked up the candle. Kirlos watched every movement. Lust pulsed through Marc’s body. He couldn’t wait to cover the Cerian in heat and watch him squirm. He held the candle up and let it drip on the back of his hand. He sucked in his breath as the wax hit his skin. It was perfect, hot enough to hurt but not to do real harm.

  He lifted the candle over Kirlos but kept it upright. “Do you want this?”

  “Fires of hell, yes.”

  Marc smiled. “Once I start, I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied that y
ou’ve suffered enough.”

  Kirlos’s eyes lit with excitement. “I’ll take anything you want to give.”

  “I want to make you scream.”

  “You’ll have to work for it.”

  Marc’s predator side revved at the challenge. He tipped the candle. “Don’t move.”

  Kirlos hissed as the first drops of wax hit his body. Marc let the candle drip a line of wax across Kirlos’s sternum and down to his well-defined abs. Kirlos gasped but held himself perfectly still.

  Marc held the candle over the more sensitive skin of Kirlos’s lower belly, keeping well to the side of his cock for now. Kirlos jerked slightly, but otherwise held his position. The muscles of his thighs bulged with tension, and his hands closed in white-knuckled fists. Watching him hold the fury of pain and lust inside him had Marc so hard he could no longer stand the restriction of his pants. He turned the candle upright and placed it on the dish so it wouldn’t drip until he was ready. Then he loosened the buttons on his fly, freeing his cock.

  “Table, form a thin tentacle and wrap his cock and balls so he can’t come.” Kirlos panted as the tentacle squeezed his balls up against his hard shaft. Marc lowered his head until his mouth hovered inches above Kirlos’s cock. He exhaled, letting his hot breath warm Kirlos’s skin but giving him no contact.

  “Bastard,” Kirlos snarled as Marc stood.

  Marc laughed, lifted the candle, and let it drip on one of Kirlos’s nipples. The Cerian bit his lip to stifle his cry, but he let out a string of curses that made Marc grin. Marc tilted the candle toward the other nipple. Kirlos writhed but still remained silent.

  Marc might not be able to read emotions like the Cerian, but he knew Kirlos was close to exploding in a storm of lust-filled screams.

  “Scream for me.” As he said the words, he let the wax hit the head of Kirlos’s cock.

  Kirlos screamed long and loud. His hips jerked upwards in a staccato rhythm. Marc’s cock leapt at the sight. He couldn’t wait a minute longer to fuck Kirlos. He shoved his pants over his hips and stepped out of them. He didn’t want to untie Kirlos yet, so he climbed onto the table and straddled the Cerian’s chest. Rising up on hands and knees, he rubbed Kirlos’s lips with the tip of his cock. “Suck me.”