by S. L. Hadley
Glancing down at Sonya, Kitty reached out with one arm and waited for Lio to grasp it. He did, intertwining their fingers and kissing the back of her hand.
“I didn’t think I could be this happy,” he said.
With a sigh, Kitty closed her eyes. The need for sleep was reasserting itself, at last, and she could almost feel herself losing consciousness. Apart from the pressure of Lio’s hand and the weight of Sonya against her chest, the rest of the world had already faded to warm, hazy blackness.
And, of course, it was only just before she drifted off fully that an appropriate retort sprang to mind. She spoke quickly, unsure if the words were intelligible. Even if they weren’t, she trusted Lio to understand.
“Remember that when you’re changing diapers.”
***
“Kitty, babe, it’s time to get up.”
At a gesture from Lio, the cabin lights turned on. Kitty groaned, screwing her eyes shut and rolling to bury her face in a pillow. She lay there, clinging to the last, cozy remnants of sleep, even as she felt Lio settle onto the edge of the mattress.
He leaned over, drawing the hair away from her neck and bending down to kiss the exposed skin.
“No…” she mumbled, shrugging away from the ticklish sensation. “Let me sleep.”
Without warning, Lio blew a loud raspberry against her neck and Kitty leapt up, yelping. She glared at him.
“Bastard.”
He ignored her, standing with a smile.
“Come on. We land in an hour. You need to get ready.”
Grumbling under her breath, Kitty grabbed a pillow and flung it at him. Flopping down onto the bare sheets, she yawned and folded one arm into a makeshift pillow.
“Make me,” she said.
With her eyes closed, Kitty had no warning. Lio could still move so silently that even if she’d known he was coming there was little chance she’d have had enough time to escape. One moment she was lying there, drifting back to sleep. The next, Lio’s arms had caught her around the waist and lifted her into the air.
Kitty yelped, thrashing in surprise. Her efforts proved in vain, however, as the Arsalian effortlessly tossed her over his shoulder and marched his way back around the bed. Kitty squirmed, pounding ineffectively against his back with her fists.
“Son of a bitch!” she snapped. “Put me down, you—”
Her curses worsened as Lio turned away from the cabin door and headed toward the attached bath. Lio paused briefly, slowing just enough to ensure she didn’t hit her head as they passed through the doorway.
“Don’t you dare!”
On went the shower. And not with just any water, but the coldest setting the Feronia had to offer: a few degrees above freezing. Kitty’s thrashing grew more violent, one hand clinging to the corner of a wall for dear life.
“No!”
Laughing, Lio deposited her carefully beneath the icy spray. Kitty shrieked, punching at him while he remained in range, then immediately retreating to a relatively sheltered corner of the shower. The split-second beneath the downpour was enough to soak through her pajamas, though. She shuddered, gasping as the drenched fabric clung to her skin and covered her in goosebumps from head-to-toe.
Glaring and muttering a stream of curses, Kitty watched Lio swiftly disrobe and join her. He stepped beneath the water without the slightest hesitation, sighing with obvious satisfaction. Eyes closed, he ran his hands through his mane, splashing her with a few shiver-inducing drops. Not once did he peek in Kitty’s direction.
Rolling her eyes, Kitty reached out and adjusted the water to a more agreeable temperature. Stripping down, she shoved Lio aside and allowed the hot water to ease her chills.
“You’re a fucking jerk,” she growled.
Chuckling, Lio pressed himself against her from behind. His skin was slick, but still uncomfortably cold and Kitty shied away from the contact.
“It was your idea,” he said. Stepping closer once more, he stopped short and instead reached up to massage her shoulders. “Make me, remember?”
“I remember. But you shouldn’t use what a girl says in bed against her. It’s not polite.”
Once again, Lio pressed himself against her. This time, the water had done the trick and his skin was now warm against hers. Kitty allowed it, though she tensed as his arms snaked around her sides.
“My apologies,” Lio whispered, his voice husky as he nuzzled her ear. “But what about what a girl says in the shower?”
One of his hands rose to cup her breast. His fingers teased her nipple, still stiff from the earlier chill. The other slipped down her water-slickened belly and dipped between her thighs. Kitty tried to ignore him, to use her weariness to resist the desires stirring at his touch. She closed her eyes, but that only made things worse. Absent any other stimuli, Lio’s fingers practically burned against her skin.
“Oh, who remembers—just fuck me already!”
Laughing, Lio kissed her cheek. “I don’t know if we’ve got time.”
Kitty spun, nearly slipping on the faux-tiles in the process. Staring up into Lio’s eyes, she kept her face a mask of deadly seriousness as one hand grabbed him by the cock.
“Don’t you dare,” she warned him. “Make time.”
Lio’s hips twitched slightly, enough that Kitty couldn’t quite tell if it was voluntary or not. What followed left no questions about his role, however. Lio leaned in and kissed her passionately, tongue grazing across her lower lip. Kitty shuddered, pressing herself against him. Even so, she refused to let go of Lio’s member and tightened her grip as his spines stiffened against her palm. Lio groaned into her mouth, snaking a hand up her spine.
Kitty gasped as Lio’s fingers entangled themselves in her hair, yanking her head back and ending the kiss with the sudden jerk.
“Turn around,” Lio growled. His eyes were full of lust, enough to make Kitty’s knees go weak.
She obeyed, practically trembling with anticipation. The potency of her desire only increased as she leaned against the wall of the shower, the surface chilly enough to leave her nipples stinging. Which, in turn only drove home the comparable heat of her pussy.
Lio growled again as he pressed against her. His cock was rigid now, and felt larger than ever as it squeezed into the narrow space between her thighs. One of the spines nudged Kitty’s clit and made her moan with desperation. Her hips writhed, doing their best to guide him up inside her.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” Lio warned her.
Kitty nearly came on the spot. Shoving her ass back against Lio’s hips, she was all too aware of the difference between them. Everything about him was hard, stiff, and irresistibly powerful. And the thought of submitting utterly to that strength—of choosing to offer herself to it—left her thoughts in disarray.
“Good,” Kitty said.
With a sudden snarl, Lio pinned her firmly against the wall. He laid one arm flat against her shoulders, preventing her from even turning her head. With the other, he reached down and lined himself up. There was a moment’s pause, just long enough for Kitty to snatch a shallow, shaky breath.
Then he thrust in.
Even though she knew it was coming, Kitty couldn’t manage to bite back her squeal. The thickness of Lio’s erection, despite its tapering head, stretched her open so marvelously that it was impossible to think straight, much less speak. All she could do was stand there weakly as her lover throbbed inside her. Her insides clenched down around him, doing their best to milk him to climax.
“Damn, you’re tight!” Lio said, chuckling. “Bit horny this morning?”
Closing her eyes, Kitty let out a slow breath.
“Stop teasing,” she mumbled. “You weren’t supposed to be gentle.”
“Oh?” Lio laughed outright, though the sound became more of a growl. He gave a single, forceful thrust. “Like that?”
“Yes.”
The word may as well have been magic. The second it left Kitty’s lips, Lio began to move—and more. His hips
bucked powerfully, driving himself as deep as her body could handle, with all the ferocity he could muster. Water from the overhead shower raced down his front, pooling at the spot where their bodies met then exploding in a spray of drops with each new collision.
Kitty moaned helplessly, unable to do more than revel in the rapturous pleasure of being used in such a way. Even when Lio’s arm fell from her shoulders to grasp her hips with both hands, she simply stood there. Juices leaked out from around the massive base of his cock, leaking down her thighs and mixing indistinguishably with the water from the shower. Already a great pressure was building within her, inflating like a balloon with each new bit of friction.
And then, as he always did, Lio found a new way to take her to new heights.
Without any warning, Lio’s hands tightened on her hips. Kitty yelped as the Arsalian lifted her suddenly, legs kicking instinctively as she left the ground. Her outburst turned to a moan, however, when she realized the new position was not accidental. Safe in Lio’s grip, Kitty felt herself rise and fall upon his cock, the strength of her lover’s arms and her upper body braced against the shower wall the only things keeping her from being speared open by his erection.
Before she knew it, the inner walls of Kitty’s sex were clenching down, squeezing the Arsalian for all he was worth. His spines caressed her, eking out a desperate gasp as some part of her teetered on the brink. Every passing second felt her teased in some marvelous new way, never enough to push her to the point of climax, but more than enough to leave her squirming. Unfortunately, Lio’s firm grip left her unable to do even that. Panting, she hung there, suspended and pinned to the shower wall, listening to Lio grunt as he plunged himself deep with each forceful jerk of his hips.
“Lio!” Kitty pleaded. His name came out as a whine, but she was too distracted to care. “More! Please!”
Chuckling deep in his throat, Lio complied. His grip slowly loosened, allowing Kitty to sink down slowly onto the impossibly thick base of his shaft. Then, just when Kitty was sure he’d stretched her so wide she’d never be the same again, one of his hands snaked between her thighs. He found her clit instantly, grazing it with his fingers on either side. And, just as she’d hoped, he immediately went to work.
Kitty came on the spot.
Well, not on the spot, precisely. But it took barely a handful of seconds between the sudden clit-stroking, cock-pistoning onslaught for the burst of white-hot pleasure to send her spiraling over the edge.
Kitty cried out, body trembling as she climaxed. Her insides clenched urgently, squeezing her lover’s member in an effort to stop the almost brutal rate at which he was fucking her. It was hopeless, however, and she had no choice but to endure the blissful sensation of the thick, meaty pole plunging in and out of her in desperate pursuit of its own finale. So instead, she pressed against Lio’s thrusts and moaned plaintively in an attempt to elicit his own orgasm.
It worked. Lio grunted loudly, slamming into her a final time before emptying his balls in a rough, throbbing frenzy. Kitty shuddered in reply. Her endorphin-filled brain made it only too easy to imagine the male’s cream coating her insides, seeking to impregnate her a second time.
And, in that brief moment, there was nothing in the galaxy that Kitty wanted more.
As the heat of her orgasm began to subside, Kitty’s contorted features slowly relaxed into a comfortable smile. She could feel Lio’s member twitch a few final times inside her, then slip gradually out of her with a sloppy noise and a gush of spilled seed. He leaned heavily against her back, panting as his strength waned and he eased her back down until her feet met the shower floor.
“Just the way I like you,” Lio murmured, nibbling her ear. “Freshly fucked, full of my cum, and just in time to greet out new guests.”
Cupping her hands beneath the shower’s spray, Kitty splashed him in the face. Then, thirst for payback not quite satisfied, she gave him a playful shove and scampered away—out of the shower and out of arm’s reach.
She was already toweling dry when Lio emerged from the shower, sputtering.
“You’re just asking for it now, aren’t you?” he growled, eying her flushed, pink skin lecherously.
“No,” Kitty said, suddenly business-like. “I’m asking for it later. We’re late, remember?”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth, than Lio’s entire attitude changed. He stood straighter, lecherous grin replaced by a calm, contented one. Before Kitty could stop him—not that she’d ever want to—he stepped close and kissed the top of her damp head.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Face hidden by her hair, Kitty smiled openly. Then, she dropped her towel. She could feel Lio’s eyes watching her intently and, though it made her blush privately, she swung her hips seductively as she left him behind in the bathroom.
She dressed quickly and was nearly done buttoning her uniform jacket by the time Lio emerged. He was naked—of course—and had drawn hi mane back into a spiny ponytail that flopped and swung between his pronounced shoulder blades.
It wasn’t the only part of him flopping about.
Kitty stared at him then hastily rolled her eyes to disguise her interest.
“Hurry up, slowpoke!” she teased. Her gaze traveled south, past his toned, obviously flexed abs. “It’s not that hard.”
Ignoring Lio’s exaggerated protests, Kitty slipped lithely past him, out of the room and into the hall. Shutting the door before anyone could glimpse her lover’s nakedness, she rested against the bulkhead and savored the increasingly rare opportunity for a moment’s solitude.
That was when the chaos found her.
Vhosa rounded a corner, hissing as though the galaxy itself was ending. For a second, Kitty thought it was, until she noticed the toddler clinging to the Naga’s tail. Sonya squealed with excitement, gripping Vhosa’s scales with all four chubby limbs. She bounced about and glanced over her shoulder, nearly tumbling off in the process.
“I’m gonna get you!” Ammon bellowed. The man wore a delighted smile as he stomped dramatically after the fleeing pair. He hesitated briefly when he noticed Kitty, then gave a small nod in her direction and resumed his antics.
“What in the world was that?” Lio asked, stepping through the doorway and joining Kitty’s side, mercifully clothed. He peered out as the three passed from sight.
Kitty sighed, leaning back against the Arsalian’s chest.
“Nothing good,” she said. “Sonya’s already got them wrapped around her finger. She’s going to be a real terror someday.”
“Must take after her mother.”
“Unfortunately.”
Chuckling, Lio wrapped his arms around Kitty’s waist and hugged her gently from behind. He kissed her cheek.
“Oh, I don’t know. You turned out all right.”
“Damn straight.”
The End
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The inspiration for these stories was actually the Harem Ship Chronicles, an earlier series of mine. Now, everyone loves a woman in uniform. But sometimes, it’s nice to take a break and enjoy a bit of role reversal. The Chronicles follow the adventures of notorious space-pirate/harem-keeper James Davison. In some ways it’s quite similar to this series, but in others it’s… quite different.
What do I mean by that? Well, see for yourself in the following pages!
In space, no one can hear you scream. Oh, if only that were true.
Capt. James Davison groaned, rolling and smothering himself with a pillow. It did very little to drown out the noise filtering in from the hall. The shrieking giggles and pounding feet would normally make him grin. Perhaps even rush out and claim the morning's willing vict
im.
Right now, he had a truly awe-inspiring hangover.
He reached toward his nightstand blindly, fumbling for the pills that would cure the incessant throbbing in his head. They weren't there. Frowning--and immediately regretting the decision--he sat up, letting the pillow fall from his face.
Damn, he really had trashed this place last night. Makeshift bottles of alcohol--empty, of course--dotted the not-quite-spacious captain's chambers. His uniform lay strewn across the floor and spartan furniture. And the pill bottle...
"There you are," he muttered. Gritting his teeth, he gingerly grabbed it from the corner where it had rolled. A few pills, swallowed hastily and dry, diminished the ache within seconds. He let out a slow, shaky breath. Slowly lifting himself into a sitting position, he snatched up a nearby dataslate. After a few seconds of loading, he began to thumb through the list of relevant notifications and updates. Most were utterly forgettable--Survey vessel lost after sensor malfunction on lava planet! It could happen to you!--but one headline managed to catch his eye.
Colonization voyages planned for Outer Centaurus Arm.
Frowning, he opened the link, skimming the information it contained. Lists of stars, planets, and systems scrolled in a seemingly endless list.
Unimportant. Unimportant. Unimportant. Un--
There it was. RSGC2.
James swore violently, hurling the dataslate across the room. It struck the far wall, screen cracking. Almost immediately, the screen lit with a soft green glow as the device began to repair itself.
They were his. That whole system was his--he'd made sure of that. A hundred voyages, maybe more, each one reported as an utter failure. All their wealth, resources, and inhabitants the rightful property of His Majesty, James the First, God-Emperor of the Outer Centaurus Arm.
And yet the looters were still coming. Coming to steal what was rightfully his.
Back stiffening proudly, he stood. The commotion outside his quarters had died down. Perhaps his girls had heard him fling the dataslate. Or perhaps Janna was simply being nosy again, reading his mood and informing the others. Regardless, it was a timely reminder. He had his place, and so did the rest of the universe.