by Mia Allen
Kraordis thrust into her, causing her to arch her back and moan. Orion’s shaft grew even longer with her reaction as he dared to begin exploring her body.
Layla looked into his eyes, seeing what it was doing to him to be so close to her.
It was so obvious now, as she stroked him so that a creamy liquid began to drip from the tip of his shaft, that he loved her. That kind of adoration was hard to ignore now that it was out there in the open.
Layla reachedout with her lips to kiss him as his hands massaged her breasts. Kraordis was still thrusting, hitting her G-spot with ease. She was overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations, just as Kraordis pulled out his long, blue member, leaving her aching and wanting.
Kraordis lifted her leg up, sliding it over Orion’s body so that they both had access. It was an odd invitation, but she found herselfwanting it; wanting more.
Orion slid his cock into her, and it went easy with the slick surface of her flesh. He began to thrust slowly, his eyes closed tightly as he moaned at the sensationher body was giving him. Giving pleasure to someone else lended itself to its own unique high.
But then, she was bombarded by a pleasurable pain asKraordis slipped back inside of her, thrusting with the same rhythm of Orion. Layla had two cocks, filling her up and bringing her to a planet-shattering climax.
Chapter 8
Layla understood now why Kraordis had allowed that to happen. They were cuffed the very next morning and sent straight to trial. So, here they were, chained together in front of the high council and the leader, awaiting judgment to come down upon them.
Braunis was an interesting character. He was not fit and muscular like the rest of the Arkun men, but instead he seemed to have surrounded himself with food and drink to gorge on, and he was dripping with jewels that were worth a pretty penny. He reminded her of a raj. If things got ugly, she just might find herself ripping those off so she could get some cash to get toher ship, wherever it was.
That was when the shutters around the meeting room were dropped to reveal exactly what Layla had just been thinking about; her ship. Orion glanced at her in fear, and she knew just what he was thinking about; the crew. Were they on there?
“We have given you chances to prove your worthiness for forgiveness here on the Arkun planet, and we feel you have spit in our faces. However, my commander, whom I trust with my life, tells me of your redeeming qualities and your usefulness.” Braunis stood judge over them, his extra chin flapping with each deep word. Layla stood there, trying to be respectful as she began to panic inside. Anything could happen at that point and she didn’t feel as powerful to stop it as she usually did, being surrounded by Arkuns with no weapons or tools.
“So, I present to you an offer of sorts. We have captured the ship that we believe held the crew that was working with you to transport our resources to another planet illegally. They were caught still attempting to make the trade with the Zulas that you initiated. They have completed their crime, but you never did. I want you to denounce the action your crew took and say goodbye to the life of a pirate forever. Then, we can negotiate a place for you on our planet that we can all be happy with.”
Braunis stared Layla and Orion down hard, looking more intimidating than Layla would have suspected from first glance.
Layla looked to Kraordis and breathed, finding a way to keep it together. There was going to be no way out of there this time. Either she convinced them they were all worth saving or it was the end of it. She opened her mouth, hoping something diplomatic would come out. “I appreciate all the second chances you have been giving to us, Lord. I know that it takes a lot of mercy to allow for this. However, I would like to speak on behalf of the crew that they were following orders just as your soldiers might, without question. I have to take the fault for giving the order and I am sure that they can be turned into useful citizens as well. If not, then I can no longer speak for them.” She bowed herhead to him and Braunis looked as if he was considering this. She prayed that Orion would follow suit and save them all, but she should have known better.
“Are you serious?” he asked in an explosion, looking at Layla as if she had just killed the crew herself. “I am tired of you spouting crap out of your mouth to make these people happy. They have done nothing but play games with us like we’re mice and they are cats.” Layla watched in utter horror as he flew off the handle, making the council and the guards tense. Kraordis shot him a deadly warning glance.Layla knew that if Orion did not calm down, it would be the end for him.
“Please, Orion, they have given us more respect than we deserve. We are criminals. Please, put things into perspective,” Layla begged, trying to appease him. But that just made it worse.
“You are not the woman I thought you were. So, I am going to do what you should have done.” Orion walked right up to Braunis but was immediately blocked by a line of sharp swords and staffs. He fell to the hard floor in front of the leader and pointed to his chest. “I will die either for my crew or with it. They would not want to live half a life here.”
“No!” Layla screamed, but Kraordis rushed to her side to hold her, begging her to close her eyes. But she just couldn’t as she watched a staff plunge deep into and through Orion, blood covering his clothes and the floor. When she pulled free and crawled over to his body with tears streaming down her face, she could see the light was already gone from his eyes.
In that same moment, the nod of Braunis’ head sent the signal.She watched as her ship and her crew burned alive.
Chapter 9
Layla was in hysterics over the loss of everyone she knew. Her heart was broken in a way she never thought possible. The saying about not knowing what she had until it was gone was in full swing right now as her tears blurred her vision. She didn’t know what to do to live through the pain as they carried Orion’s body away like it was a piece of trash. She knew it had been his choice to defy the Arkuns, but it still felt like it was all her fault.
“Now, you will suffer the same fate as the crew you commanded,” Braunis announced with hatred dripping off his tongue. She was lifted off the floor by the guards placed in front of the same man who just ran Orion through, but then Kraordis came between her and the sharp staff that still had fresh blood on the tip.
“You dare defy me?” Braunis yelled at his commander. “Move or you will die with her.”
“I will die fighting and you will lose half of your army,” Kraordis warned, and Layla was shocked at how willing Kraordis was to betray his own kind to keep her safe. He had never said he loved her, but it was that moment that she knew he did. He truly loved her, and she was certain now that she loved him back.
“You would kill your own men for this criminal?” Braunis asked looking disgusted and baffled.
“She is no criminal. I love her.She tried to make peace and be respectful to both her crew and to the Arkuns. She does not speak for Orion, and he does not speak for her. He made his own choice. She could do great things for us; negotiate new treaties. And I doubt you will find another commander as skilled as I.” Layla almost laughed at his last threat,knowingit was the truth but unsure why he dared to go there. Kraordis was deadly.She had known it from the moment they met.
“Very well, but keep her out of my sight until I decide what to do with her.” Braunis shooed them away with his hands, and Layla felt herself being lifted up into Kraordis’ strong arms as he carried her back to their room.
Laying her on the bed, he kissed her on the forehead. “It’s going to be alright,” he soothed. “I won’t let a single soul harm you.”
Chapter 10
Three months later…
Layla stood proudly before the high council as well as the Zulas and her own people, watching them come up to place their names on the treaty she had helped to draft.
It had taken some time to gain the trust of the Arkuns after what had happened, and she had taken time to get overthe loss of not just her crew and Orion, but also of her past life. She had been sure she w
ould be a space pirate until she was old and grey, but she had found a more noble place among the Arkuns, making free intergalactictrade possible. She could still help planets lacking in resources this way, but she could do it with Kraordis by her side; the man she was certain she loved.
The Zulas clapped as their leader placed his signature on the parchment and then the same with the humans. Clean water and blood would make it to where it was needed most, and it was because of her and the man that believed in her.
“Braunis,” Kraordis spoke up, catching Layla’s attention. “before we dismiss, I would like to ask something of your grace,” he said, coming forward to the foot of the throne.
“Speak,” Braunis told him, waiting to hear what hehad to say in front of everyone.
“The woman I love, Layla, is the reason we are gathered here today to embark on this new alliance. I feel it is the perfect time to ask of you, Lord Braunis, to allow, if she will accept me, for us to be married in the ways of the Arkuns; joined forever. I do not ever wish to leave her side.” Kraordis bowed low as Layla felt her jaw drop to the ground. He was asking to marry her? A wife was not something she thought she would ever be, but she found that the idea of belonging to Kraordis forever; being linked to him in an unbreakablebond, warmed her heart like nothing else.
“Layla, do you wish to join with Commander Kraordis inmarriage?” Braunis asked, looking to Layla in curiosity. The answer was clear.
Layla looked right at Kraordis with tears welling up in her eyes; this time of joy. “I do.”
THE END
Bonus 12 of 20
Her Study Session
Description
Casey is a bratty bad girl who wants nothing more than to sass off her history teacher and not listen to him. She thinks it’s a good idea, that is until her enrollment at the college is threatened because she’s failed the class three times. Now, Casey needs to pass this class this time around, or else not only will she be kicked out of the prestigious school, her parents will cut off all of the help she’s been getting.
She reluctantly asks for help, and initially, she thinks it’s going to be like pulling hair. However, as she grows closer to both Robert and his aide Caleb, things begin to change. Casey learns that the feelings she has for them aren’t that of a mere teacher/student relationship, but something more. Will Casey pass her class and come to terms with her feelings? Or will this taboo relationship be too much for her to handle?
Chapter 1
I sat in class, grimacing at the fact that today we would not only have our normal teacher, but we’d also have a new teacher working with us. Apparently he’s some sort of teacher’s aide, or some dude who would be here mentoring under our teacher in order to learn the ropes. I swear, the last thing I wanted was a clone of my current professor, that’s for sure.
“Well class, here is Caleb. He’s new, and he’ll be helping me with our lessons. He’s gaining experience so that hopefully he can become a great professor in the future,” my professor Robert Willington said. I groaned, already annoyed by this man.
Simply put, Robert and I don’t get along. I mean, considering the differences that we had, it’s obvious that we probably hate each other’s guts. Simply put, Robert always has a goddamn stick up his ass, telling me to cross my legs, quit back talking, watch my language, the whole nine yards. Sure, I went to one of the best schools in the country, where the teachers were world-renowned simply because of their findings, and they’re not just some poor bastards who wished they had a decent job. No, these people were legit, and Robert was one of the wealthiest men out there.
I looked at Caleb. He looked refined as well. He was probably some trust fund baby who would probably go begging to mommy and daddy for a job. Probably some pathetic fuck, that’s what I’m calling.
“Casey, don’t roll your eyes,” Robert said.
I stiffened. God, why was he like this? “I wasn’t, but now I will,” I said.
The students in class watched the exchange between us. I’m pretty sure some of these people thought that it was some sort of game or something, which wasn’t the case. Both of us really disliked the other, so most of the time we did this because of the disdain we had. However, I could tell that Robert wasn’t going to deal with my shit today, and soon, he sighed.
“If you’re going to act like this Casey, I’ll tell you to leave,” he said.
“I’m not leaving. I’m not doing anything wrong and you know it. Maybe you should stop jumping to conclusions,” I replied with a snarky attitude.
The teacher ignored me, going back to his lessons. That’ll show him. Of course, this was so boring I nearly fell asleep. I saw the new teacher, and while he tried to emulate Robert, he seemed to fail. This guy was too much, that’s for sure.
“All right everyone, I need your assignments,” he told them.
Fuck. I guess I forgot that. He walked around, collecting the papers, and when he got to me, he stared at me once more.
“Let me guess, you forgot to do it,” he said with a glance.
“Yeah. Sorry about that,” I said, feigning sadness.
“I shouldn’t be surprised with you. I mean, this is your third time taking the college course. I mean, maybe you’re doing it at this point just to spite me, but this is getting out of hand. You’re only going to fail if you don’t knock this off,” he admonished.
Whatever. I didn’t care anymore. I rolled my eyes, looking at him with an annoyed glance.
“Whatever,” I said.
“I guess you’ll take another zero for that. I’m glad you’re a fine example to the class on how not to act as a college student,” he told me with a scoff.
The teacher soon left, and the aid looked at me, shaking his head. Whatever. I didn’t even care. I was really only in this class because it was one of the bullshit requirement classes I needed for my degree. The rest of class went by like a blur, and when I left, I heard some of the kids talking about me. Most of them were surprised I kept up the act that I did, the act that I didn’t take shit from teachers. It’s true though. I personally don’t take kindly to this guy’s bullshit, and he’s honestly too strict. I mean, it’s not like I’m paying for college anyways. Mom and Dad are.
When I left, I looked behind, seeing the teacher there looking at me.
“Come on Casey, knock this off. You’re going to regret it,” he told me.
“Like hell I am,” I told him. Before he could respond, I was soon gone. That’ll show him.
Of course, I headed on to my next class. It was strange, the history class I had with Robert and the new guy was the only class I tended to fail a lot. I mean, it’s not like I was a bad kid. I just didn’t care about his class. I hated his attitude, and most of the time, it infuriated me to the point where I didn’t even care about him. However, I soon began to wonder if I was really acting out for a valid reason? I know that some people saw me as a badass bad girl because of it, but I was 21, so even when I did act like that, I began to feel like there was something wrong.
Maybe it was just my own shitty regret. I went to my next two classes, brushing off that feeling that I had. I mean, who knows I’m probably overthinking everything. It’s probably just my imagination rather than actually something serious.
However, little did I know that this behavior was going to bite me in the ass, make me change myself and create a whole new can of worms for myself in the future.
Chapter 2
I continued to go through college not giving a shit about that stupid history class. It’s not like he could fail me three times, right?
That’s where I was wrong.
I got to my dorm to check my mail, which was when I realized it. I saw that there was a note in there for me. It was from the school.
“Who the hell wants my attention,” I said. I opened it, and in fine lettering I read it to myself.
Shit. It was from the school. They know I’ve failed that stupid history class twice, and I’m on my way to failing it again.
It was admonishing, saying that if I did fail it again, I’d be expelled from here. I felt my fists clench. I was decent in all the other subjects, I just couldn’t stand my stupid teacher.
“What the fuck?” I said to myself. I then tossed it, feeling angry about it all. There was no way, no way in hell I was going to lose all of the progress that I did make. I just wanted a teacher who didn’t act like a cocky piece of shit towards me. Was that too much to ask?
However, things only got worse from here. About five days later, I got a call from my mother. Normally, it wasn’t a bad thing to get a call from her. All too often, she did it to check on me. However, when I didn’t answer, she sent me a text message, saying that we had to talk.
I had a bad feeling about this, but I knew that I needed to face the truth. I dialed her, and after a ring or two, I heard her speak.
“Hello Casey,” she started.
“Hi Mother. What’s wrong?” she asked her.
“I’ve heard from your teacher that you’re well on your way to failing that class again, and that if you fail it a third time, the school will take away your funding. You know that I’ve raised you to be better than that,” she said.
“But he’s a douche,” I told my mom.
“Watch your tongue, Casey. Listen, if you fail this class, you’re going to lose everything. I won’t support you, and neither will Dad. He’s already stressed about this, and you acting like a piece of shit about this is only going to bite you in the ass further. I demand that you start to care about this and get some tutoring. Or else, you can say goodbye to all of the help you’ve been getting,” my mother said.
I tried to get a word in, especially since my mom was totally being unfair, but then, she spoke once more.
“And don’t think that you can just sass me back Casey. I’m done with your shit, with the little antics that you’ve pulled thus far. Either you get the help that you need and pass the class, or we’re going to make you work. You’ve been far too spoiled, and we’ve been far too lenient in this situation for so long,” she told me with a serious tone of voice.