“Kiss me first.” Katta panted softly, wanted his mouth against hers, and accepted that she betrayed herself.
Zio brushed her lips, feeling their texture with the tender possession of his mouth. He kissed her long and deeply, her response as deep, as strong for him. They ignited each other, body, heart and soul. He swept her up in his arms, and carried her down his landing ramp, onto the sands of the hidden beach alcove, where he had repositioned his ship.
“Where are we, stallion?”
“Close to the Outlander, prettiest.” Zio drew out his palm contact.
“Why are you allowed?” She scowled at him.
“Permission to cheat. Direct link to our Master of Security. He’s given me the current location of the two reptilian women.”
She held up her hand, stopping him. “His energy.” Katta stilled her breath, concentrating. “A trace of it…” she whispered. “High up…he’s on a transport…he’s landing.” She charged over the sand, running awkwardly, her boot heels sinking in sand.
She heard Zio trotting behind her, and knew he summoned the transport landing positions.
The energy sizzle was just a thread, Katta focused on her awareness, following and racing upwards onto a tropical garden path. She felt the part Alligator, felt him as he descended on the transport. She had gained this sensing-knowledge of him when she’d shot her etheric flame through him. He’s meeting someone. She tossed back mentally, hoping their link remained.
“Do you know where?”
Pools. Swimming lust parties. Know where?
“Two main locations. Sense anything else?”
He’s departing, heading off on a walking trail, moderate foliage. Butterflies! Jogging our direction.
“Water Cove. Thirty-four cligs from our position.”
Possible intercept point?
“Current pace, direction, eleven cligs south of the Outlander.”
Feel his matrix, moving into white fire speed, stallion.
Katta raised her metabolic rate higher and higher to white speed, possible when she was on the matrix hunt of an enemy.
Chapter Six
“White fire speed?” But he was too late, Zio watched his woman flash forward, a super speed he had never seen before. Alarm savagely gripping him, he followed her. One instant later he knew. “Trap!”
He knew it in his screaming stallion loins. His mate white-fired toward a trap. Zio resisted the urge to throw off his garments, chase after her as stallion. Accelerating his pace, he attempted to keep her in sight.
As that failed, he signaled the Master of Security for her location by gene scan. “Trap,” he explained.
“Your filly is off grid. Got you.”
“White fire speed, she said.”
“One of her abilities when she’s got matrix. Pick her up when she drops out. Send Sexterminator?”
“Yes! Possible point of intercept north of the Outlander.”
“Keep galloping,” the Master of Security added his own irony, then blipped out.
Zio raced after his filly, her white flame scent carnal-exciting him, making him ferocious to find her. Only the thought he could superior-protect her in his human form kept him from shifting, and kept him from charging after her while trumpeting his demand she return.
* * * *
She was so close, Katta could taste his reptoid matrix. Gradually she slowed, popped back down to a fast run, and checked her surroundings. She slowed to a jog, his matrix tasting like prey. The foliage had changed to tall ferns providing her only covering. The clearing ahead felt dangerous. Halting, she moved into a stand of thicker ferns. Silently, she approached, his matrix blasting through her. A concert of carnal grunts and groans played from the clearing.
Peeking through the fronds, Katta saw a sex tangle of three Wyquis pixie women, one tinted blue, one green and one pink. Their tiny hands fondled, pleasured each other. All while a Pan goat man trilled on his flute, his red cock jutting stiff.
Katta, seared by her prey’s matrix, knew he waited for her on the opposite side of the clearing. She crept through to another stand of ferns, sensing for anything. Too still. She wondered if this was staged for her unsuspecting benefit, a trap laid.
Tantalized by his matrix, she slipped carefully from one grouping of ferns to the next. Sharp crackles of unfamiliar sound ahead of her, she halted, and knew he was behind her. Not her prey.
Zio grabbed his bent-over woman by her haunches before she could spin, shoot fire at him, or fight him. He plunged his cock deep inside her. Powerfully, rapidly, he thrust.
Katta couldn’t believe it. But she could. She nearly dropped to her knees, his pillaging strength inside her. Her instant rage, her wrenching disappointment at his betrayal, it was all lost temporarily, in the extreme raw pleasure, in his claiming of her, every cell of her.
In her private fantasies as she'd escaped his persistent pursuit, the fantasies she indulged, and the ones she denied, she had imagined his stallion mounting of her. This was far hot-wanton superior. Him. Mounting her with relentless power. The feel of him, his lance cock striking, sinking into her deeply. A blaze of rapture overcame her suddenly, ripping her up to floating splendor.
* * * *
It had been the easiest way to control his woman, his carnal appetite for her. His loins pounded against her ivory rump, blatantly round, blatantly soft. Rutting his. Ecstatic, he lunged into her heat silkiness, deep to her core. Wanting only her.
Zio blazed with his woman, his sudden rapture exploding through his loins, an inferno blasting him to final blackness. Keeping his woman forced to his loins, he held her. Galloped fiercely with her as they both raced with their orgasms.
His Katta simply collapsed, trembling with her ecstasy-luscious descent. He loosed her from his cock then swooped her up. Dropping to his knees, he cradled her.
“Why?” she desperately managed, unable to move.
Recovering from his own mating fatigue, Zio couldn’t answer. Moyna’s soft lithe tread from her personal transport was his beloved woman’s only answer. He felt his Katta’s recognition of her dear friend, and sensed her gratitude to the Goddess, since she was still pleasure-incapacitated.
“Katta, a joy to see you again.” Moyna’s modulated breathy voice relished her.
“Moyna,” Katta whispered the greeting to the Master of Security’s wife. She struggled to speak more, but gave up.
“My wish for you has arrived I see. However, I have come to tell you the Alligator in captivity. The Sexterminator is persuading him now. We will need your participation once you have recovered from your vigorous carnal ordeal.” Moyna giggled, giggled louder, happy.
“Thank you. No super quick recovery potion?”
“It is not that urgent. Enjoy your man.” Moyna departed, her fluffy cat tail swishing delight.
Katta blinked, struggled toward regaining her strength. She watched Moyna grace-stride away. She was a hybrid of two feline races, one more humanoid in appearance than the other. Her creamy short fur only covered her back and her haunches. She was pale tan flesh everywhere else, her face more human, with cat exotic features and cat slanted jade eyes. Hugely voluptuous in figure, she was also incredibly agile as an acrobatic dancer.
Katta always adored watching her perform. Speaking with her as friend was always a bonus whenever she had to retrieve Jessa from the tangerine carnal clutches of Yemisque.
“Kattalonia, my prettiest, it was a trap.”
“I know. Why do you think I was hidden?” She tried to speak as sharply as she could, yet it was more the dullness of a child’s dining knife with no impact at all.
“Then you will forgive my protective nature since your Alligator is captured,” he high stallion spoke, yet with a tenderness Katta couldn’t ignore.
“I’m not forgiving anything, stud beast.” She tried to scowl at him. She knew it was a failure, her body too boldly satiated. “You can’t chase after me, mount my rump every time you think I’m walking into a trap.”
> “Why not? You are my woman.” He stood with her, his strength restored. Obviously, having decided he was safer from her palm-firing, he carried her. Besides, star-bright truth, she was still too weak from their pleasure to walk on her own.
“That’s another matter, Mr. High and Mighty Stallion. I only promised my carnal rump to you until the wormhole Alligator was caught.”
“Want to ride me to the security compound?” he invited. The sensuous velvet of his tone made her insides sexy gooey as he strode with her toward the security transport.
“Think I won’t attack you while you’re shifted to stallion?”
“You would never harm me. Ride me to exhaustion, yes,” he reminded.
“No, although you are a gorgeous stallion. But no more distractions. Put me down. I won’t harm you for the moment. And if I get what I need to save my father, I’ll even consider forgiving you.”
Zio halted, setting her down. Katta’s head whirled, a strange dizziness. She reeled toward his chest, smacked into him. “What did you do to me?”
Chapter Seven
Gathered inside the protection of his arms, Katta felt him gently tip her chin upward. With her face now beneath his, she watched him smile slowly, total stallion satisfaction.
“Merely my power to impress you, my Katta. It will pass soon.”
“What in hellgate does that mean?” She didn’t resist as he tenderly pressed her head to his chest.
“My potency level with you, your receptivity.”
“Stud juices,” she muttered, irate. “You’re ruining me chemically.” Her tears threatened to pour free.
“No, prettiest, it only means we belong to each other.”
“No,” she whispered, tears in her voice. She hadn’t cried in ages.
“Kattalonia.” His voice caressed her name, his hand stroked down her hair. With absolute care, he lifted her into his arms again and carried her toward their security transport.
Katta fumed one moment then felt weepy the next. And hated it. She was used to standing on her own two feet. Her life depended on it. So did her soul.
Flesh-savage pleasures with him were one thing, but she didn’t want to belong to him as his woman.
* * * *
Zio stepped up into the small open-air transport. Immediately he set his adored mate down and watched her retreat from him. He leaned on the railing as they skimmed toward the security compound over a tropical lush umbrella of trees. The sweltering fecund fragrances mixed with his Katta’s sultry honey fragrances; a pleasure he fully indulged during their short flight during her distance from him.
Concerned, yet confident in his ability to handle his defiant reluctant filly, he silently observed her from the corner of his eye. The men of his race were thoroughly trained in the passion mastery of their women, maintaining a constant dialogue and study of the highest techniques. Any and all assistance was always available, and was a herd-comradrie shared no matter where they galloping-met in the galaxy.
Within, Katta rallied her warrioress force toward saving her father, gathered her woman force against him. But he was right. She had completely capitulated to his stallion-lunging possession of her. She’d been utterly receptive to his stud juices .
Damn the black hole hell of it! And pick a star to kick! She had no way of saving herself, even as she saved her father.
Once they settled to a smooth landing, Katta jumped off, just to test her reflexes and to avoid him. Familiar with the security compound, she strode inside the minimal structure. The Master of Security met them, his gaze fiercely focused, more than she'd ever seen.
“What is it?” She stiffened from his somber vibration.
“Come, witness for yourself.” The Master of Security pivoted, moving down the short hallway.
“Holo replay.” The Master of Security touched on the beginning of the session. “Your Alligator, Corporal, is recovering for the next stage of interrogation.”
Katta half-gasped, staggered by what she saw. The man before her was naked, of course, secured and spread-eagled upright in the center of the dome room, and was the welcomed Ambassador of Riphorub. He represented the trading consortium of worlds from a nearby solar system. So he had presented himself with impressive credentials. She knew, having accomplished a cursory investigation at the request of her father.
“Ambassador Gowethor from Riphorub, as I knew him. Arrived on the pretense of trade proposal and negotiation,” Katta stated. “He also pretended a carnal interest in me. Refused, of course. I attended his departure.”
“Pretended departure, Corporal, as you will witness.” The Master of Security eye-contacted Zio, and Katta knew he silently indicated Zio needed to care for her.
The Sexterminator, android enforcement and interrogator, breathtaking in her ability to be beautiful woman in every personification, was currently a female Alligator humanoid. She was bright green, slim and lissome with an adorable dragging tail and a petite alligator face.
Boldly, the Sexterminator stroked her hands seductively over his entire body sensing for his arousal points. Circling him again, she lingered her caresses over his enticement areas and played her hands sensually over his swarthy, stocky chest.
Standing on tiptoe she took his lips with nibbling kisses, Alligator kisses. Hatred poured from his being. His dark eyes glowed, intensified to demonic red.
Instinctively Katta stepped back. Into Zio’s arms. Loosely, yet protectively he held her for a long moment. Then he brought his hands up to her shoulders and she knew he wanted her to stay pressed against him.
The Sexterminator caressed over the Ambassador’s strong loins, inviting his cock to rise even more. Black and glistening, his cock inflated like a phallic balloon. Katta knew, as they all did, he ferociously resisted. Once his black cock stood, hard and thick, a blunt instrument, the Sexterminator stroked softly. Bolder and bolder, she played her hands over his cock, over his huge hanging pods. Slowly, harder and harder, until her hands roughly possessed him, demanded obedience. She squeezed, pulled his leathery testicles, eliciting groans of ecstasy. Groans of horrendous pain.
When his cock oozed, the Sexterminator moved behind him, accessing the Ambassador’s brain with one fingertip, but only the portion containing his sexual proclivities. As was allowed on Yemisque. Brain scanning and downloading were prohibited. Banishment being the ultimate punishment, along with carnal-entertaining every willing, wanting spectator first.
Fascinated, Katta watched the android alter into a stunning lizard woman. Her hide shimmered pearlescent shades of purple and blue, while her figure stayed slim and lissome, yet became more demure while her face grew more daintily appointed, similar to the pixie women. Fragile membrane wings sprouted from her sylfan back and a whip tail with a delicate wedge on the end emerged.
“Axiurious harlot sacred pleasure women of his origin world.” The Master of Security informed.
“And comet-sprayed belt of every corruption,” Katta loudly murmured.
The Sexterminator flowed caresses over his back with tiny seven-fingered hands. Soon she rubbed her hands over his buttocks, and rubbed her body on his back.
“God, no,” he hoarse-pain grunted, realizing what occurred. Briefly, savagely he battled the restraints. Jaw clenched, his face rigid with attempts at control, he panted harshly. With deliberate agony and ecstasy the Sexterminator manipulated his pods from behind. He surrendered to the spurts of his cock, his features contorted, his eyes glazed back to darkness. Stroking a dainty seduction, the Sexterminator slid her hands back up his buttocks. She spoke a singsong language to him, explaining he alone possessed the opportunity of cooperation, of truth first. Before. Before complete carnal torture. His hatred warred with his fantasy pleasure.
The Sexterminator slid her tiny hand up, inside the crack of his buttocks, pleasure-tantalizing him, asking him question after question, as if she spoke to a lover. Squeezing his eyes shut, the Ambassador grunted, growled, but spoke no answers. The exquisite lizard stroked up his spin
e, stroked down, then pressed her tiny knuckles into the base of his spine. He screamed, squirted his cock, thrust into the air as his restraints allowed. Over and over. He howled in tortured pleasure. Relentlessly, she pressed. Relentlessly, he painfully squirted, ecstatically squirted. He screamed growls, his torment unbearable. Unbearable orgasms. All the while the Sexterminator sang questions.
Squirted dry, his cock remained brutally hard. He thrust and thrust, desperately trying to alleviate the need still ruthlessly coursing through him. The Sexterminator freed him from her knuckles, his horrendous screams filling the dome. Katta shrank back, unaware until Zio embraced her. She had witnessed similar interrogations, but his screams contained an excruciating quality she'd never heard. Again the Sexterminator’s tiny knuckles finesse-manipulated the base of his spine. The Ambassador spurted out words, a language Katta didn’t know well, but interpreted in her language by the Over-Voice, a silicone technology used throughout the galaxy.
“The overlay story,” the Master of Security explained.
“Corresponds to my investigation of him. Except for his secondary mission. Expose my father as a traitor.”
The Ambassador roughly breathed through his teeth. His head hung forward as his words dried up. His cock resembled a lusting log. Gliding daintily before him, the Sexterminator bent over before his cock, offering herself, her tail raised. He stabbed for her, straining like a beast. She toyed with him, let his cock barely strike her, slowly striking against her more and more until she allowed his thrust, barely inside her.
He pumped the blunt huge tip of his cock to her as fast as he could, hideously groaning with the effort, and fiercely groaning with harsh bliss. He grunted hoarse agony when she moved away, denied him. His whole body contorted, his muscles pain-seizing. Brushing her wings along his side, she sang her offer of a full ride on her for the truth. Or more carnal torment, endless carnal torment. Her tail wound around his super engorged cock, slithering delicately.
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