Too Long a Soldier (Kingdom Key Book 3)

by TylerRose.

  “I read that Earth has more slaves now than when the institution was legal in the USA,” Star said.

  “That’s right. Wherever there are dominant sects of people, there are those who are enslaved under them. It’s a simple fact of sentient existence anywhere in the galaxy. Me, I know the power of my sex. It takes one hell of a self-assured and self-secure, dominant man to handle me,” she laughed. “I know what I like and I’m okay with it. Were Jerome Voranian or K’Tran, I’d have a set of teeth marks on my neck you could see from twenty feet. That’s how both societies informally mark females as having a mate.”

  “Sounds painful.”

  “It is. A divine pain and no taken female on K’Tran would be seen without proper marks.”

  “You miss being in those other places, don’t you?” Star asked, shaking her head for the pass of the pipe.

  Tyler took one last hit and closed the lid.

  “I miss it very much,” she exhaled. “I never fit in here. Out there, I fit in just about everywhere I went. If I can have that again, I’m going.”

  “I don’t blame you. I’d be right there with you. Really, I hate this backward little planet,” Star admitted.

  “How are you going to react when you see Jerome kill your father?” Tyler asked.

  “I wish people would stop referring to him as my father. He raped my mother and I was the result. When I was old enough to start teaching, he killed her and took me. You know that.”

  “Yes, I do know that. I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything about it. If I could have, I would have.”

  “I know. You’re here now,” Star said. “We’re all here and we’re gonna kick some alien ass and save some worthless human lives.”

  “Right on.”

  They bumped fists.

  “And now I’m going to bed,” Star said, leaving Tyler’s bed for the door.

  Into her own room, into night clothes and then between the sheets. Half an hour lying there, too many memories…Too many things she’d seen Adamantine do. Too many people dying behind her eyes.

  She left her bed and went up the hall to Gable’s room. She didn’t knock, opening the door and slipping into bed with him.

  “What’s up? This is a rest night,” Gable said as she settled into his arms.

  “I just need to be close,” she said.

  He snuggled in closer. “Okay.”

  And kissed her shoulder.

  Chapter Nine

  October 6, 1992

  Tyler woke not sure she if was awake or where she was. Visions churning. A jumble, crashing color, shattering decibels of sound. And pain. So intense she could barely see the lamplight outside the window.

  Pain so familiar. Visions, many seen before. Julian’s face.

  She’d forgotten how bad it truly was the first time, her sinuses swelling, making breathing difficult. The unbelievable pressure. She shook down to her bones from the inside, barely able to push the blanket away. That heaviness over her, in her muscles, worsening as the visions surged. She groaned with relief when the wave ended. Struggling. Out of bed, she braced on anything her hands could find to keep on her feet.

  She found the doorknob. Dark hall. Quiet hall. If it could be quiet long enough for her to get into Jerome’s Staff Power aura, she’d be okay.

  Two steps out, and that crashing hurricane struck again, knocking her off balance. She fell into the wall. At least it was solid. She sank to the floor as the sound and visions overwhelmed her utterly, sapping her strength. Nauseating, she wanted to vomit. Wanted her head to explode off her body.

  “What was that?” Star asked, Gable already off the foot of the bed and opening the door to investigate after the thump.

  He saw nothing at first then heard a distressed whimper. Looking down beside his door, he found her with her face in her knees and hands deep in her hair.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, dropping besides her. He felt heat radiating from her. Breaths ragged.

  “Let’s get you back to your room,” he said, untangling her arms.

  “No.” A hiss of a sound as she blocked away his grasping hands. She gripped his forearm. “Jerome.” She struggled to her feet with his help.

  “What’s wrong?” Star said, coming out.

  “I don’t know but she wants to go to Jerome. Where’s Landra?”

  “Rest mode,” Star replied.

  “Shit! Okay, let’s walk, Ty.”

  She leaned on him heavily. “It’s better.”

  “What’s happening?” Gable asked her.

  “The Indigenous is discovering her abilities,” Tyler managed to say. New wave, stronger, bringing her to her knees with the pressure inside her head. “Fuck me, it hurts.”

  Gable remembered what she’d said about being able to walk away. She couldn’t walk. She needed help. Scooping her up, he told Star to go knock on Jerome’s door. He followed her down, carrying Tyler.

  “What the shit?” Jerome blurted when Gable pushed by him to put Tyler on the bed.

  “I don’t know. She wanted you. Said something about the other Tyler finding her abilities. For some reason it’s doin’ this to her. She wouldn’t let me take her back to her own room. I found her in the hall outside mine. She can’t even stand up, dude.”

  “All right. Thanks man. I got her. I know what she wants,” Jerome said, ushering a very worried Gable out.

  “Holler if you need anything,” Gable said just before the door closed. “Dammit.”

  Jerome climbed into bed and gather her close under the blanket. The change in her was instant, a burst of breath decompressing her energy.

  “She’s widening?” he asked.

  “Yes. I didn’t know I was going to feel it so intensely. My head’s gonna explode. I can hardly move.”

  “When is she done?”

  “Sometime tomorrow.”

  “Does that mean we’re stuck in bed until then?” he teased.

  “No, just chained at the hip.”

  “Will you be able to sleep?”

  “Eventually. Right now I just need quiet. My head is pounding.”

  “Okay. Sorry.”

  Silent, yes. Listening to her breaths slow and become even…and he was grinning like an idiot. She had come to him instead of running away from him! In her moment of crisis, needing to be carried, she had wanted him.

  He kissed her too warm forehead and silently thanked the Ancients. Once she was solid asleep, he sat up to meditate beside her. An exercise in control, he worked to extend and contract the field, always keeping her covered. He’d been working on it, finding the Staff Power obeyed his will easily enough.

  Seven AM arrived. He couldn’t go for his run. He couldn’t go to the bathroom. Couldn’t get coffee. And his phone was aaaaaalll the way over there.

  Dammit.

  Okay, it was going to be a learning process.

  7:30AM, knocking on the door.

  “Come in,” he said without hesitation.

  Landra Ahr.

  “Where the hell you been?” Jerome snapped. “Hand me my phone. It’s over there on the dresser.”

  “I was in Rest Mode,” Landra Ahr said, retrieving the device.

  “Of all nights?”

  “She never told me exactly what day she Widened. The odds were one in thirty one. She got me. Would you like coffee? I will bring it.”

  “Yes, and some food. I’m starved.”

  “You’re loud too,” Tyler mumbled. “Shut up.”

  “Can you be awake enough to go to the bathroom? Or is she finished?”

  “Let’s find out.”

  She left the bed. Low level pressure. The pre-storm had passed, the night nearly over. They both went to the toilet in turn, and she crawled back into bed.

  “Don’t go anywhere,” she said. “The worst is yet to come. Jerry will be going to her at noon our time but she’ll be building again until he gets there. And then all hell will break loose.”

  “From the readings I gathered last night, her energy
was bouncing off you like you were a beacon. Another good reason to keep you hidden,” Landra Ahr said.

  “Mmhm,” she sighed, and was asleep.

  “I will get your breakfast,” Landra Ahr said to Jerome. “Gable has brought your newspaper.”

  Gable and Star were cooking, putting together omelets, bacon, and hash browns, toast, and fruit. And cheese Danish.

  They fixed up the serving cart, brewed a whole pot of coffee to go into the thermal carafe. Little creamer pot on ice, sugar cubes, full plate of food for him and a separate plate of bacon and Danish for her, covered with plastic wrap to keep the Danish from drying out before she woke.

  “Can you show me the readings you got last night?” Jerome asked, digging into his plate.

  Landra Ahr projected onto the wall over the bed and showed a sped up progression of sensor readings around her until she woke in the dark.

  “This is when Gable found her,” he said, indicating wild spikes in brainwaves and chaotic ambient psionic noise. “Immediately after, it surged.” The lines went off Landra Ahr’s chart. “I have recalibrated the scale based on my best estimate of this peak.”

  “And this drop here…That’s me,” Jerome said, pointing.

  “Yes.”

  “Did Roc sense any of this?”

  “She had a more active dream cycle. That is all,” Landra Ahr said. “I have told her to stay away from the two of you for today. I prefer to be cautious until the event is over.”

  “I agree. Until it’s done, my Tyler is in greater risk of being discovered.”

  “I concur. All alarms are set to maximum sensitivity. I would prefer to remain within visual range, however.”

  “Suit yourself. So long as you know when to leave,” Jerome said.

  He did, and it was before her tank top came off.

  “No,” Jerome said when her mouth reached his belly.

  “But you should get off too.”

  “You’ll trust me?”

  Barely a hesitation before her wide-eyed nod. He put his shirt down on the bed, had her lay on it. With her legs tight together, his hardness slid deep between the top of her thighs and her vagina. Slow and slick and her labia parted. He stroked over her wetness and her clit in long, slow drives.

  “Does that work for you?”

  “Mmhm,” she sighed, eyes dreamily closed.

  “I want you to shave your puss from now on,” he said, and sucked up her tongue.

  He liked the way she moved with him, slow and smooth.

  “Who took your virginity before?” he asked as she came down from a surprise orgasm.

  “Nails.”

  “How old were you?”

  She grinned. “I’d just turned fifteen the week before.”

  “Wow, you really were jail bait. I’m gonna ask a question, because I know him very well. I want you to answer without worrying if it’ll bother me, k? Because it won’t.”

  Another nod. Long kisses until she forgot he was going to ask and he’d brought her to another slick cum.

  “What did he make you call him?”

  “Master Kevin,” she said.

  “That’s what I thought. He was all over you that night you had the meeting, wasn’t he?”

  She nodded. “I never tied up that loose end. He knows I’m sorta with you.”

  “Is that the last loose end?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I think it’s time for more of a personal commitment between the two of us. There’s no more ‘sorta’ about it. You are mine, little girl. No one else touches you without my say so. Is that clear?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, picking up his pace.

  “Say it!” he hissed.

  “No one else will touch me but you.”

  “You will call me Sifu. You call no one else by any word meaning Master unless I say so. Not even Chen.”

  “Okay.”

  “Say it!” he hissed into her ear.

  “I won’t call anyone else by any name or word that means Master.”

  “Very good,” he said with one more kiss, and reached to his bedside drawer for a condom he’d bought the other day.

  “What are you--?”

  A finger over her lips. “Shush.”

  The condom went over his first two fingers.

  “I know Nails. If he took your virginity for one, he took it for the other. Good for you.”

  She smiled. “You appreciated it that night in March.”

  He grinned. “I’m sure I did. One more lesson for today.”

  Cock slipping through her wet thighs again, left arm under her shoulders to grasp her hair.

  “He would have made you say it when you came. Did you cum then? Orgasmic at that age?” he asked, sliding the fingers over her wetness for more lubrication.

  She nodded.

  “You’re gonna say it for me when you cum, and keeping saying it until I know you won’t accidentally say his name instead. Since I can’t break your hymen or fuck your ass with my dick…”

  Condom covered fingers thrust with no small force into her ass, his skin pricking with her shocked cry.

  “You are mine. No one touches you. No one fucks you. Not unless I say they can. Right?”

  “Yes, Sifu,” she gasped, buttocks clenching around his fingers as they fucked her deep as they could reach.

  “Very good girl. Say it again.”

  “Yes, Sifu.”

  Hot breath, wet tongues. He rolled them onto their sides and pumped hard and fast between her legs while his fingers fucked harder and deeper into her ass. Her cries against his shoulder were fantastic.

  “Say it,” he demanded, hand gripping her hair tight to pull her face away from his chest and look at her.

  “Yes, Sifu.”

  “I want you to scream when you cum”

  “Yes, Sifu.”

  She most certainly did, holding tight to him as his fingers went deeper and cracked her virginal ass open. Cock sliding over her clit, overloading sensations, her mouth opened wide in the loudest orgasmic scream he’d made a woman give. He came at the same time, semen shooting onto the condom as he continued the finger fuck. Renewed slickness brought a new groan and he backed up to let her lay relaxed on her belly. Slow now, but not stopping. Kissing her shoulders as she sighed and groaned.

  “You’re mine, little girl. I’m gonna do anything I want to you today. Everything except put my cock in you or break your hymen.

  “Yes, Sifu,” she sighed.

  “I hope I don’t have to wait much longer for you to open for me. It’s not easy.”

  “I know.”

  “On your knees,” he said, stopping momentarily.

  She lifted wide on her knees, cheek still in the pillow, and he rose tall beside her.

  “If you liked being with him, then you liked this,” he said.

  Fingers driving deep and fast as his free hand spanked with increasing force. He was right. She groaned loud with more shrieks and squirty cums. A good half hour, his torso covered with her ejaculate, he finally stopped. Condom tossed toward the trash can, spooning together under the comforter, she fell asleep safe and warm and sated in his arms.

  His phone vibrated on the table. “What?” he answered.

  “Can I come back in?”

  “No. She wakes up, I’ma fuck her again.”

  Phone turned off. He made good on the vow, and went through half the box of condoms finger-fucking her ass. He came between her buttocks, on her belly, between and onto her breasts. She was covered with his cum, and he with hers. They showered together and his fingers fucked her ass standing up with her breasts against the shower wall.

  “I can’t wait for the day I fuck your ass with my cock,” he said close over her neck.

  “Me either,” she replied, hot water dripping down her face and from the ends of wet curls. “Do it harder.”

  “Please, Sifu?” he prompted.

  “Please, Sifu. Fuck me harder.”

  How could he refu
se? She got what she asked for and then some, his forearm pinning her head to the wall by her wet hair.

  On her back, naked in his bed, he brought the straight razor and shave cream. He shaved her himself, smiling at her smoothness.

  “Much better. I’ll shave you myself when I think you’ve grown too much fur,” he decided.

  She smiled. “I’m hungry.”

  “I’m not going to try to follow you around the kitchen while you make dinner,” he said, turning on the phone.

  He called Gable. “We’re kinda stuck together. Order some pizza. We’ll have a large with pepperoni and salad no dressing, and a two liter of Dr. Pepper.”

  “What are we? Room service?” Gable asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Ya fuck her yet? Got mighty noisy in there.”

  “None yer god damn business! We’ll need plates, ice, glasses, napkins,”

  “Yeah yeah,” Gable hung up on him. “We’re on our own for dinner. They want pizza.”

  “Yes, pizza,” Roc said. “Extra cheese and pineapple.”

  “I want ham and mushrooms,” Star said.

  Pizza it was. He ordered three smalls and the one large from Rosie’s across the parking lot and Star went to get it.

  “Smells like sex in there,” Gable said with a grin as he pushed over the cart. Jerome said nothing, shut the door quickly.

  Pizza, TV, joint. More sex.

  “So when is she done Widening?” Jerome asked around 9pm.

  She glanced to the clock.

  “About six hours to go.”

  She got a spanking to rival Dicer’s as she rode the top side of his dick while facing him.

  “Want me to stop?” he asked after 1500 strokes. She shook her head on his shoulder, kissed his neck.

  “More, Sifu. Please.”

  The sweetest lips on his broad neck.

  “More?” he questions.

  “Harder, Sifu. Please.”

  “More and harder?”

  Another nod, another soft kiss, then one to his ear.

  “Please my Sifu.”

  “Say it in English and you get what you want.”

  He heard her breath catch as his hands gripped her enflamed buttocks and his cock ground upward against her slick cleft.

  “Please, Master. Harder. More.”

  “Shall I finger fuck your ass again?”