by S. L. Hadley
Unsure what else to do, Kitty knelt there and slipped an idle hand between her legs. Her body responded eagerly, practically quivering at the slightest touch, but her heart simply wasn’t in it. Rather than actively strive for climax, she was content—in a manner of speaking—to simply hover in an aroused state while Nita experienced all that Myorie had to offer. That was the whole point of tonight, after all. Besides, it wouldn’t be long until—
“Kitty!” Nita groaned, somewhat breathless. The woman twisted about, meeting Kitty’s eye and waving her closer with an air of desperation.
The relief of being included caught Kitty off guard. Practically beaming, she forgot all about the fingers she’d been using on her clit and crawl forward to stretch out beside Nita. The woman’s brow and collar were shimmering with sweat. Above her, Myorie braced himself on his arms as he steadily bucked his hips.
“His cock!” Nita hissed. “You should have hnngh! …fucking warned me!”
Laughing, Kitty wrapped an arm around her. Without stopping to think about where her tongue had just been, she leaned in and kissed Nita passionately. She could taste the sweat on her lips, though it was nearly drowned out by the sweetness of her mouth. As the kiss ended, Kitty closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to Nita’s, listening to the woman’s breathing.
“I did warn you,” she pointed out. “I told you that you wouldn’t be disappointed.”
Nita’s only reply was a full-voiced moan. Apparently, Myorie had decided to drive the point home with some manner of internal trick.
“This was a very, very good idea,” Nita whispered. Then, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, she reached out and slipped two fingers into Kitty’s sopping wet pussy.
Kitty groaned, clenching down instinctively on the invading digits. Nita’s fingers were slender but she curled them with such intimate familiarity that the slightest pressure sent bursts of white-hot pleasure racing throughout Kitty’s body. Talented and devoted though her male lovers might be, nobody had ever made her feel this way—much less so effortlessly.
“M-more,” Kitty whimpered, forcing her hips down to impale herself further onto Nita’s fingers. As her clit came to rest on the woman’s palm, a ferocious tremor shot through her, eliciting another plaintive cry.
Eyes half-lidded from her own sexual antics, Nita nevertheless managed to look surprised by Kitty’s begging. She tugged her gently, drawing Kitty nearer by the snatch, as effectively as any leash. Taking full advantage of Kitty’s unresisting obedience, Nita continued to pull her closer still, until she could easily use her free hand to roam across her breasts.
“Well, look at—Myorie, fuck!—look at you!” Nita said through gritted teeth and a lopsided smile. “Two fingers and you’re a total slut!”
Desperate though she was, Kitty wasn’t that far gone. She squeezed down on Nita’s fingers as hard as she could, scowling to keep her eyes from rolling with delight.
“Like hell I am!” she growled. “You’re the one getting fucked!”
Nita opened her mouth to reply but never got the chance. A sudden, violent shudder coursed through her. It was followed a second later by an urgent, outsized groan that lifted Nita’s shoulders from the bed and screwed up her face in obvious bliss.
Vindicated, there was nothing Kitty wanted to do more than laugh. The feeling died in her lungs though, as soon as Nita’s orgasm reached her extremities. The fingers inside her tensed and quivered, pressing almost painfully hard against her insides and driving her toward her own climax at a near breakneck pace.
She didn’t quite make it, though. Just as Kitty’s orgasm grew so close she could almost taste it, Nita’s fingers suddenly went slack and slipped limply out from between her thighs. Kitty sighed in disappointment, settling back on her heels and brushing the hair from her face. She had been so close too.
Fortunately, Nita wasn’t done yet. Though she looked a mess and half-drunk with post-orgasmic satisfaction, the woman flashed a loopy smile as she lifted her head from the pillows. Her hands shook, but she reached out anyway and dragged Kitty astride her shoulders.
“Get up here,” she giggled. Astonishingly, she still proved capable of blushing.
Kitty froze in shock, goosebumps breaking out across the nape of her neck. “Are you serious?”
Instead of answering, Nita simply leaned forward and kissed Kitty softly, directly on her clit. The gentle contact alone was enough to make her insides clench in anticipation.
“Myorie!” Nita called out, craning her neck to meet the Tritonian’s eye. “You’re not allowed to cum until the captain does, understood?”
“What? Nita, that’s—” Kitty’s protests turned into a squawk as the woman dove back for another, far more enthusiastic kiss upon her folds. She tried to continue speaking but, despite her claims of inexperience, Nita proved anything but clumsy. The woman’s exploration left her breathless, legs trembling as renewed pleasure spread through her like a fire in her bones.
“Let me have this,” Nita whispered. She stared up at Kitty, lips already glistening with her juices. “Before I lose my nerve. I promise I’ll do my best, Skipper.”
Groaning for more than one reason, Kitty reached down and playfully tousled Nita’s hair. Somehow, her pilot’s shy, excitable smile was almost enough to make her forget about the tremendous weight on her shoulders.
“Never doubted you,” Kitty said. She swallowed hard. “As you were.”
Kitty’s words proved all the encouragement Nita needed. The woman plunged headfirst, assaulting her pussy from every angle with furious laps of her tongue and ticklish nibbling. Each new motion sent a wave of delightful pressure spiraling up into her deepest parts, building and building until she had to brace herself to keep from toppling over. Before long, it was all Kitty could do to keep from panting. Her hips gyrated, squirming and grinding herself against the woman’s lips.
To her rear, Myorie continued his work. The Tritonian seemed content to be forgotten. He kept his head down and continued to thrust with the same, tantalizing pace as before. Of course, given the unique talents his member provided, there was no simple way to judge his efforts. Or, at least, there wasn’t until Nita’s back suddenly arched again.
It wasn’t a full-blown orgasm, though judging from Nita’s keening whimpers it wouldn’t be long. The woman moaned against Kitty’s pussy, trembling arms rising to cradle the small of her back. Her eyes were closed, but her brow was furrowed in obvious concentration as she did her best to satisfy the woman atop her.
All things considered, Kitty thought she was doing an admirable job.
As she lingered on the brink, Kitty soon realized it wouldn’t be enough though. Despite her enthusiasm, Nita’s inexperience, paired with the no doubt distracting efforts of Myorie, kept her from reaching her destination—unaided at least. Still, there was no reason to rub it in, especially not while trying to rub one out.
Angling her hips, Kitty moaned loudly. She reached down, seizing a handful of Nita’s hair and using it to hold the hard-working woman in place. Nita’s eyes snapped open at once but Kitty ignored her, instead choosing to grind herself with twice the energy. The woman’s tongue worked overtime, gliding deep between Kitty’s folds with each pass. A furious heat was building inside her, threatening to overflow at any second.
Something brushed across Kitty’s ass suddenly and she yelped, spinning to look even as her hips continued to move. Myorie had leaned in closer, reaching out with a hand. There was a wicked gleam in his eyes, which only grew wider as his fingers trailed lower past her tailbone. Apparently, he was keen to return her earlier favor.
“What are you—?” Kitty started to say, though both her mouth and her eyes fluttered shut as the Tritonian reached his destination and pressed in with the tip of his finger.
Kitty groaned in earnest as she felt him slip inside her ass. Myorie’s fingers were extraordinarily thin, but the pliable webbing between them more than made up for the loss of sensation. The deep
he slid, the more the pressure built and the greater the pleasure that Kitty sensed just out of reach. As if sensing her vulnerability, Nita chose that precise moment to strike. Mouth wide, she clamped down on Kitty’s mound, using the suction of her mouth and a swiftly flicking tongue to focus all her efforts on Kitty’s aroused, sensitive clit.
Kitty gasped, squirming and discovering there was nowhere to go. The sudden realization that she was trapped, unable to escape from the mounting ecstasy pushed her over the edge as smoothly as she’d ever experienced. Before she even knew what was happening, Kitty came.
She doubled over, insides clenching down around Nita’s tongue. The woman continued to caress her with it, sending jolts of sheer, indecipherable sensation up Kitty’s spine. She moaned, spasming and unable to do more than endure it, even as she felt her juices gushing down Nita’s chin.
Finally, just as the height of Kitty’s climax began to fade, she heard Myorie cry out. It was the same two-toned sound he made when he laughed, only far louder and more passionate. She dismounted quickly—and clumsily—allowing Nita the chance to groan and shudder unimpeded as the Tritonian’s hips bucked and filled her with his seed.
Both orgasms were long once, punctuated by great gasping breaths and quivering limbs. Neither one looked at the other mid-climax. Though, as Myorie collapsed weakly atop Nita’s breast afterward, there was a distinctly affectionate quality to the way she stroked the small, silver fin that crowned his head.
Once again, Kitty felt like a stranger in her own cabin. As she stretched out beside Nita, however, the woman idly took her hand in hers and the feeling largely faded.
“Good choice?” Kitty asked, squeezing Nita’s hand gently. The woman squeezed back, even before she opened her eyes.
“The best,” Nita mumbled. Then, she blushed—for what must have been the millionth time that night. “I can’t believe I… we… you know.”
“Was it okay? I mean… do you regret it?” Kitty asked. She was caught off guard by how self-conscious the question made her, despite the pointlessness of it all. Even so, something inside her felt compelled to voice it.
Nita looked at her in disbelief.
“Are you kidding?” she said, grinning through her obvious exhaustion. She winked. “Most fun I’ve had in years.”
***
Watching Nita and Myorie sleep, tangled up in one another’s limbs and wearing nothing but exhausted smiles, Kitty finally allowed her smile to fade. She rose slowly, dressing and exiting the cabin as silently as she was able.
The Feronia’s nocturnal lights were still on, though, according to a chronometer display, it wouldn’t be long—barely half an hour—before they regained their usual faux-daytime brilliance. Which meant she was already late for her meeting.
Not that Kitty could bring herself to care. She shuffled slowly toward the bridge, trailing her fingers across the worn, familiar bulkhead. Each step came heavier and more reluctant than the last. Even once she stood on the bridge itself, it took a full minute of staring before she worked up the willpower to seat herself in her usual chair.
DeWitt was already waiting for her. His image appeared, beamed from Five-Three in more or less real-time a split-second after the entered the appropriate command.
“You’re late,” DeWitt said, though he didn’t sound particularly surprised.
Kitty didn’t reply.
The man’s expression was harder than she’d ever seen it. That was to be expected. What Kitty had not expected was the pained look in his eyes that accompanied the sternness. He looked, for all intents and purposes, like the disappointed parent he’d almost been.
“Kitty,” he said, glancing down at his hands. “I got your message. You know I don’t want to do this. But you’re leaving me no choice. Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?”
She shook her head.
DeWitt sighed.
“Is it really worth it? You barely even know the drakashi.”
Once again, Kitty said nothing. After a long time, DeWitt sighed again.
“Very well. My men will meet you as planned. Make sure your… crew is gone by the time they get there. You might have resigned yourself to this foolishness, but I certainly haven’t.”
The screen went black as the connection ended. For a few seconds, Kitty stared straight ahead. Then, exhaling a shaky breath she doubled over and broke down into great, shuddering sobs.
She was still sobbing when the Feronia’s daytime lights came back on.
Total Surrender
Harem Ship Saga
Volume Eight
By S. L. Hadley
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“You’re shitting me! No! No way in hell! That’s complete bullshit, Kitty! Why would you possibly think—?”
Kitty sat at the foot of her bed, unable to meet Nita’s furious gaze as the woman paced and ranted. She’d expected the reaction, but knowing it was coming hadn’t made it any easier to endure. At least Nita hadn’t begun crying. That would have been worse.
“There has to be another way!”
Kitty shook her head, sighing deeply.
“There isn’t,” she said. “Believe me, I looked for one. If I don’t turn myself in now, DeWitt and Satoshi will both hunt us down. This is the only way to keep you all safe.”
“What if…” Nita said, hesitantly.
“Don’t even say it.”
Nita’s pacing stopped and she hugged herself for a moment before slowly joining Kitty on the bed. For a long time, neither spoke.
“Kitty, I need to understand why you’re doing this.”
Sighing again, Kitty leaned and rested her head on Nita’s shoulder. It wasn’t quite the same as a kiss, but somehow managed to feel just as intimate. And at the moment, that sense of closeness was exactly what she needed. It eased the burning in her throat and kept the tears at bay.
“I care about you, Nita,” she said, voice just above a whisper. “All of you. I don’t want to go, but I have to do this. It’s the only way to protect you.”
“But, why can’t you just give them… what they want?”
“I told him he could be free. I made a promise.”
“Then break it!” Nita said, voice cracking. “Sacrifice one and you can save a hundred more!”
“Even if that worked, I’m not sure I could live with myself. Could you?”
This time, it was Nita who fell silent. Eventually, she reached out and took Kitty’s hand in hers. Only then did Kitty realize they were both trembling. It was impossible to tell which of them had it worse.
“I don’t want you to leave,” Nita said.
Kitty squeezed her hand gently.
“Me neither,” she said. “If… if you want to try and save me…”
“Yes?”
“Take the Feronia and find Lio. He’ll know what to do.”
“You’re sure?”
“He always does.”
***
The moon was abandoned. Apart from a handful of determined homesteaders and less savory types, the surface appeared almost wholly deserted. A few withered trees and atmospheric stabilizers provided the only features to interrupt the vast stretches of nothing between the ancient, decrepit factories—heavy industry having long since fled for the greater practicality of Five-Three’s starbase.
Kitty landed the Feronia herself—it only seemed right—setting the ship down a few kilometers from one such factory. An enormous hole, twice the width of the Feronia, had cratered the side of the building. It was in such a state of disrepair, however, that she couldn’t tell if it had been caused by an industrial accident, a meteor strike, or the natural decay of the superstructure itself.
For a long time, even after the Feronia’s engines had cooled, Kitty continued to sit in the pilot’s chair. She spun in one direction, then the other, allowing the seat’s natural tension and the momentum of her idly dangling legs to keep the hypnotic rhyt
hm going.
So many years—and memories—and Kitty had never once thought it would end like this.
Sighing, she rose and made her way off the bridge.
The harem was waiting for her just through the door. The sight of them gathered made her pause, followed a second later by a warm feeling of gratitude that started in her gut and spread out as she turned from face to face.
Of all people, it was Ammon who spoke first. The man took a half-step forward, folding his arms and studying her with a smiling scowl.
“You’re a damn fool,” he said, shaking his head slightly. Then he snorted, extending a hand. “I can respect that.”
Ignoring his hand, Kitty stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the man’s broad, tattooed shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug. Despite his protests, the man nevertheless hugged her back almost tenderly. From there, the floodgates opened. Every other male crowded forward, each saying goodbye in their own particular way.
Vhosa hissed softly, curling his serpentine body around her legs and nuzzling her cheek with the flared edge of his hood. He didn’t speak, though that wasn’t uncommon. The look in his eyes was enough.
Myorie didn’t speak either. Instead, he kissed each of Kitty’s palms in turn and then wrapped her gently in his arms for a long embrace.
The only consort who didn’t approach was Inu. The drakashi stood a few feet away, leaning against the wall and looking distinctly uncomfortable. Though he watched the ongoing scene, he dropped his gaze as Kitty separated from the last of the others and stepped toward him.
“Why do zisss?” he whispered. “Inu isss prey. Not Kitty.”
Stepping close, Kitty didn’t bother trying to hug the drakashi. She’d learned days ago that he’d shy away from such intimacy. Instead, she pressed herself against him and reached up to cup his face with her hands.
“Because,” she murmured. “You deserve to be happy. And free.”