Storms of Passion

by Myla Jackson

  The music changed and, as if on signal, all the Shandalan women moved to the center of the floor. Together they swayed and danced in graceful synchronization.

  Every male in the room stopped what he was doing to stare. Forty beautiful women swayed to the sensuous rhythm. After a few minutes, they spread throughout the room, targeting a Durakee.

  Mayla danced in the middle of the room until all her people were either sitting in the laps of Durakee soldiers or crewmembers. When everyone was in place, she moved to the head table and sat next to Trekar.

  “You are particularly resplendent tonight Lord Trekar,” she purred.

  Her voice sent shivers of sensation through Khetan’s bloodstream. If she had this affect on him, what must Trekar be feeling?

  Khetan clenched his fist questioning his so-called plan. How could it work when all he wanted to do was pound the Durakee to pumice and jump Mayla’s bones?

  He dragged his gaze away from Mayla and Trekar to stare around the room. He spied Ridha sitting in the lap of a particularly large Durakee soldier. Brack sat close by his face red and tense. Khetan shook his head. His men were fully briefed on the Shandalan Effect, but how long could they hold out without killing someone?

  Brack had laced the alcohol with a drug to make the reveling Durakee more pliable and less likely to succumb to the Effect and start a fight. But the crew of the Condor looked as if they were ready to launch a full-scale war.

  Durakee men groped through the flimsy outfits squeezing breasts and asses. When one man stood and unbelted his pants, the Shandalan woman he would fuck, giggled, grabbed a bottle of wine by the plastic handle and let him toward the corridor.

  The battle had begun.

  Khetan worried about the woman until she reappeared a few minutes later and nodded in Mayla’s direction. One down, over a hundred to go.

  Several of Khetan’s men waited in one of the rooms along the corridor to assist the women as they led their victims to their death. If the women had any trouble, the crew of the Condor stepped in to complete the job and dispose of the body.

  “What luscious delights do your people have in store for mine on our trip to New Shandal?” Mayla asked Trekar.

  Trekar cleared his throat and cast his gaze around the room.

  Khetan itched to yank him up by the collar. Instead, he forced a smile. “Yeah, Trekar, tell us. What delights do you have in store for these women?”

  “The Durakee leaders have prepared a special welcome for the Shandalans. I am not privileged with the details, but I am certain your people will be taken care of.”

  “In truth, I was surprised the Durakee went to the trouble of finding us on Tatama.” Mayla traced a finger along the Durakee’s ear, talking in a low, sexy tone. “We are only a handful of women. What an expense your leaders have gone through to ensure our safety.”

  Trekar’s chest puffed out. “The Durakee can well afford the expense. We are not a poor people. We have the riches of the Palathean crystal mines to supplement our nation’s economy.”

  “You must have wanted the Shandalans really bad to go to so much trouble.” Mayla slid a hand up Trekar’s leg to his groin.

  The closer her hand got to the bulge in Trekar’s robe, the closer Khetan came to jerking the man out of his chair and ramming his fist through his face.

  “If it pleases your lordship, I’d like the pleasure of a dance with the Princess.”

  Trekar frowned and looked at the hand on his thigh. “Well...”

  “Good.” Khetan didn’t wait for the rest of the response. He grabbed Mayla’s hand and practically yanked her out of her chair.

  She smiled back at the Durakee and twittered her fingers as Khetan marched her toward the dance floor.

  Khetan’s blood flowed molten hot. “You’re driving me insane.”

  “Is that so?” Mayla’s lips tipped upward at Trekar over Khetan’s shoulder. “I’m just setting the mood so I can kill the lying bastard,” she said through gritted teeth.

  Some of the tension eased in Khetan’s neck. “I don’t know how much more my men can handle of the Effect. They’re all looking pretty stretched as it is.”

  Mayla glanced around the room, her forehead wrinkling. “I don’t think they’re having as much of a problem as you, pirate.” She pressed her breasts to his chest and ground her pelvis against the bulging evidence of his restrained desires.

  Khetan groaned. “Let’s be done with this charade so I can get you back in my bed where you belong.”

  Mayla stiffened. “I don’t belong anywhere I don’t want to be.”

  “Aw, but your words belie your body.” Khetan stared down at the rigid peaks of her breasts clearly visible through the fabric of her bra.

  Mayla gave him a lopsided grin. “So my body has a mind of its own. Please, don’t remind me here. We still have so much work to do.”

  Another Shandalan led a Durakee out of the room with a teasing smile.

  “Yes, and so far we proceed undetected. But, I don’t know how long that can last.”

  “My women are prepared to raise the distraction level.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Watch.” Mayla nodded toward Ridha. On cue, the women stripped their bras from their shoulders.

  The princess stared up into his eyes, raised her hands behind her back, and unclasped the sequined bra. She pulled it up over her head and tossed it to the floor. “How’s that for distraction?”

  Khetan’s penis flew full staff. “You’ve certainly got my attention. And if we weren’t in the middle of killing a hundred enemy soldiers and crew members, I’d take you here and now.”

  “Don’t let a little thing like timing stop you.” Mayla trailed her hand up the front of his crotch, grabbed his zipper and slid it down.

  His prick sprung forward, released from the confines of his leather pants. “Do you know what you’re doing?” Khetan’s voice rasped in his own ears.

  “Creating a distraction,” she said, with an innocent smile.

  “More like a riot. Look at Trekar.”

  Mayla turned to glance at the Durakee ambassador. Her mouth quirked up on one side. “He can watch. Maybe he’ll suffer a little. I like it when the Durakee suffer.”

  “You’re an evil woman, Mayla of Shandal.”

  “If you make me wait much longer, I will not have the strength to kill the enemy. Fuck me now, pirate. Or I’ll find someone who will.” She released the tie at her waist and the filmy pantaloons slipped over her hips and thighs to drift to the floor in a silken heap.

  Khetan stared down at the naked Shandalan princess. He glanced around the room, weighing the danger of losing concentration. Then he shrugged, leaned down and snagged her behind her thighs. Hauling her up to wrap her legs around his waist, he rammed into her cunt.

  As soon as her moist warmth encased his hardened cock, he held steady. Khetan closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. “Woman, you will be the death of me.”

  “Probably sooner than you think by the look on Trekar’s face.”

  “Fuck the bastard!”

  “I’d rather fuck you, pirate.” Mayla wrapped her arms around he neck and wiggled to get even closer. “Now are you going to pleasure me, or do I have to do all the work?”

  “Your wish is my command.” Khetan strode across the floor to the head table and set her on the edge. “Excuse me Trekar. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been commanded to service the princess. And I never disobey a command from a royal.”

  “But...but...” Trekar blustered.

  “You’re welcome to watch.” Mayla cast a smile in Trekar’s direction. She looked back at Khetan with a twist to her lips. “Perhaps, if you’re nice, I’ll let you have a go.”

  Khetan’s eyes narrowed at the words, obviously intended to incense him. And they did. He pulled his penis out of her until only the tip touched the entrance to her womb. “Would you rather have him now?”

  Trekar’s face lit up and he nodded stupidly.

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sp; Mayla’s breathing quickened and she inched toward the edge trying to ease his cock back inside her. “First you.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him tight against her, fitting his cock back into its rightful place.

  Khetan breathed a lusty sigh. “As you wish. Trekar, you’ll have to wait your turn.” He pulled out and pushed back in. “By the stars, woman. You feel good enough to eat.” Khetan slipped from inside her, moved her legs from around him and zipped his trousers. Then he dropped to his knees.

  “What are you doing?” Trekar demanded, his voice little more than a high-pitched squeak.

  “Eating the princess.” Khetan draped Mayla’s thighs over his shoulders and buried his face in her downy curls.

  He touched his tongue to her cunt and flicked, tasting the dripping folds. “Ummmmm...so creamy.” Khetan glanced up.

  The Durakee’s face glowed a bright purplish-red. He rubbed the robes in his lap, salivating from the corner of his mouth.

  Satisfied he was getting to the ambassador, Khetan returned his attention to Mayla. If their plan didn’t work, at least they’d die sexually replete. He touched his tongue to her clit.

  She spasmed and grabbed for his hair. “Don’t tease me, pirate.”

  “As you wish.” He tongued her clit, flicking, tapping, swirling in rhythmic circles until she gasped.

  Trekar’s gasp echoed Mayla’s.

  Khetan would have grinned, but his mouth was otherwise occupied.

  Mayla rocked, bucked and tensed against the onslaught of his tongue. “Chassat, Khetan! Fuck me now!” She reached for his shoulders, hauling him up from his kneeling position. “I want you inside me.”

  “As you wish,” he said, zipping his pants down the front. His cock sprang free, huge and hard.

  Again, Trekar gasped.

  This time, Khetan did grin as he took aim and slid into the warm, creamy confines of Mayla’s cunt, and back out again. “By the stars, woman! You fit me well.”

  “Shut up and fuck, pirate!” Mayla wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him into her.

  Khetan looped his arms under her knees, threw his head back and pumped. Fast and hard, he stroked her cunt, the tension spreading from his outer extremities to pool into his groin. His cock swelled so large and her vagina fit so snug, the tender friction crazed a madman inside him.

  When the strain of holding back reached its peak, Khetan exploded in a kaleidoscope of sensations. He grabbed her hips and held her tight against him, his balls tucked between the soft cheeks of her buttocks. He’d found the center of his universe inside Mayla.

  Before his pulse had slowed, Khetan felt a nudge on his elbow. He had to open his eyes to remember where he was.

  Standing next to him, his robes bunched around his waist, was Trekar. His diminutive prick protruded from silken hose pushed down around his flabby thighs. “Move over. It’s my turn.”

  Mayla gasped and tightened her hold around Khetan’s body. Her gaze sought his, a silent plea begging him not to let the Durakee enter where Khetan had just been.

  Khetan glanced briefly around the room and untangled Mayla’s limbs from around him. She lay naked at the head table, a tempting dish, despite the frown descending on her pretty brow. She lay exposed to every eye in the room. And even more exposed to Trekar’s pathetic prick.

  Khetan squeezed her leg and stepped back, waving Trekar toward her.

  The Durakee ambassador salivated, licked his lips and waddled forward.

  Mayla clamped her legs shut and sat up.

  * * * * *

  Khetan glanced around the room. Every one of his men poised for battle. The Shandalan women had the full attention of the Durakee men. Enough of the enemy had been led down the corridor, effectively leveling the odds.

  As Trekar bunched his robes up around his waist and aimed his scrawny dick at Mayla, Khetan gave the signal.

  With the simple nod of their leader’s head, the Condor crew moved into position. The handles were disengaged from the wine bottles. When each man was armed, he stepped behind a Durakee soldier or crewmember situated for attack.

  Khetan’s gaze shifted back to Mayla. She’d sat up on the table, her legs crossed and her hands covering her breasts. She stared at Trekar standing in front of her, revulsion quickly replacing the lust she’d shown for Khetan.

  “What’s wrong, princess? Am I too much for you?” The Durakee ambassador shook his penis at her. “Don’t you want to feel a real man inside you?”

  Khetan almost killed Trekar then, but his crew all needed to be in place before he signaled the final step in his plan. If the timing wasn’t quite right, they could all be killed. The crew of the Condor was armed with nothing more deadly than sharp objects. The Durakees each carried laser pistols.

  “Trekar,” Khetan’s voice interrupted the Durakee’s disgusting description of his less-than manly attributes.

  “Leave us, Khetan!” Trekar commanded, his gazed glued to Mayla’s down-covered pussy.

  “But don’t you want a little more wine before you partake of the Shandalan princess?”

  Mayla’s eyebrows rose at Khetan’s words.

  “I’ve had enough wine and I’ve waited long enough for my turn at rutting with the princess.”

  Mayla shot a pleading look in Khetan’s direction and he wished he could kill the Durakee immediately. But he needed Trekar for his other plans.

  Khetan lifted the wine bottle and made a great pretense of pouring wine into Trekar’s glass. He set the bottle down and nudged Trekar with the glass while he worked the handle off the bottle. His fingers fumbled with the latch until he disengaged it from the bottle. Just as he turned to signal his men, a piercing scream rent the air.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Two Durakee guards held a Shandalan female between them. Blood dripped from the sharp end of the wine bottle handle she held in her hand.

  “What the hell’s going on,” shouted Trekar. He dropped his robes and stared at the woman.

  “She killed one of our guards.”

  “What is the meaning of this?” Trekar turned to Mayla.

  She’d climbed from the table and stood straight and naked, her shoulders thrown back, her breasts thrust forward. “My people will not be slave to yours. The Shandalans will be free!”

  Her words worked as the signal for pandemonium to break loose. The Shandalan women sitting in the laps of the Durakee soldiers, leapt to their feet. The crew from the Condor and the women fought by hand and crude knives to beat back the strength of the armed soldiers. Shouts and bloodcurdling screams filled the air as Durakee soldiers fell to their death.

  Khetan pulled the laser pistol out of the ambassador’s belt and shoved him to his knees. “Move and I’ll burn a hole through your brain.”

  “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!” Trekar curled up on the floor, his hands covering his head. His entire body shook in huge spasms.

  A laser blast barely missed the side of Mayla’s head.

  With his heart in his throat, Khetan yelled, “Get down princess!”

  A burly Durakee fighter lunged for Khetan knocking him to his knees. Mayla lifted a bottle of wine and smashed it over the big man’s head.

  The Durakee shook his head, turned and lunged for Mayla.

  Khetan leveled Trekar’s laser at the man and burned a hole through his chest. The man crumpled to the floor at Mayla’s feet.

  “Look out!” Mayla yelled.

  Another Durakee fighter raised his laser at Khetan, but Ridha tucked her shoulder and barreled into him from the side, dislodging the weapon from the man’s hands, sending it flying through the air. The soldier and the Shandalan tumbled to the ground. In a flash, the man straddled her wrapping his hands around her throat.

  Khetan tossed the pistol to Mayla. “Keep an eye on the ambassador.” He launched himself across the floor at the man holding Ridha, but Brack beat him there. With a quick flick of his wrist, Brack laid open the Durakee soldier’s jugular vein. The man loosened his grip o
n Ridha’s throat and toppled sideways to the ground, blood gurgling from his mouth.

  Another Durakee broke through the crowd and pointed a laser at Mayla. “Tell your people to drop their weapons or you’ll die.”

  Khetan’s stomach plunged to his knees. He shouldn’t have left her unprotected. “Leave her alone or she’ll rip you heart out of your chest with her bare hands.”

  The man laughed. “She’s the one at the end of my laser,” he shouted back over his shoulder.

  The little bit of distraction was enough. Mayla kicked high catching the Durakee’s wrist with her heel. The laser flew from his hands. Mayla dove forward tackling the big man. Ten women flew at him from all directions. Within seconds, he lay dead.

  When Mayla struggled to her feet, Khetan breathed a sigh of relief. But his relief was short lived. Where had Trekar gone? Khetan searched the room for the bright purple robes. He spied him crawling beneath a row of tables, reaching for the laser pistol Mayla had knocked aside.

  Khetan jogged across the floor. Just as the Durakee Ambassador reached for the weapon, Khetan stomped on his hand trapping the hand and the weapon beneath his foot. “I wouldn’t if I were you. You’ll only make the princess mad.”

  He grabbed the man by the collar and yanked him to his feet. “I’d shoot your ass if you so much as blink an eye. So don’t tempt me.”

  Trekar tucked his hands into his sleeves. “You won’t get away with this.”

  “It appears as if we have.” Mayla strode up to the Khetan and Trekar. “The Durakee will learn not to mess with the Shandalans. We will not be anyone’s slaves.”

  “Is that what this is all about? Is that why you’ve killed my soldiers? Where are you getting these absurd ideas? Who said anything about slaves?” Trekar sputtered. “I take offense to your accusation.”

  “Is that so? Then where are the five missing Shandalans? I’d bet they’re on their way to the Palathean crystal mines to be used as sex slaves to the miners there. Am I right?”

  “What are you saying? We are escorting your people to New Shandal as promised.”