His Feisty Human

by Ivy Barrett

  She moved into the position he described as heat spread across her face. “Are you going to spank me?” She hadn’t meant the question to sound quite so hopeful.

  “Do you want me to?”

  Her pussy twitched and she quickly looked away. “I was joking.”

  “No, you weren’t.” He circled around behind her, inspecting her upturned ass. “Did Mal Ton spank you? I see a faint handprint right here.” He traced a still tender spot with the tip of his finger.

  She tensed, torn between anticipation and dread. Everything with Mal Ton had been intense and urgent. Being spanked had seemed natural, even essential. This was different. Fane was calm and diplomatic. Wanting him to spank her forced her to admit things she wasn’t ready to admit. “We don’t have time for this.”

  “There’s always time, if you find pleasure in discipline.” His warm palm caressed one cheek and then the other. “Do you?”

  She wasn’t sure she could come right out and say it. “I think it was the lentavirus. It made everything seem hot.”

  Fane chuckled and brought his hand down hard on one of her ass cheeks. “Lying to yourself is foolish. Lying to me is unacceptable. Try again.” He spanked the other side then paused as heat spread through her bottom.

  “Why do I like it?” she cried. “I’m not like this.”

  “Like what?” Even his lightest swat hurt because her bottom was still tender, and he didn’t hold back. He spanked her with firm, steady swats.

  “This isn’t me,” she sobbed. “I’m a freaking soldier.”

  “Your life is regimented and orderly.” The stinging spanks kept right on coming. “You need well-defined rules to feel secure.” He delivered two final slaps, then pressed his palms against her heated skin to accent the throbbing. “All sorts of rules were broken, yet there have been no consequences. So you feel adrift, out of control.”

  Tears sneaked out of the corners of her eyes and her lips began to tremble. How had Fane been able to perfectly describe the chaos inside her head? Ever since she was taken from Earth, she’d felt abandoned and directionless. It didn’t make sense, but each spank on her bare bottom had slowly brought her world back into balance.

  But this wasn’t about her. They were trying to save Mal Ton.

  She stood there trembling, bent over the seat of the chair. There was no doubt why Fane wanted her in this position. Tension gripped her abdomen, and heat radiated from her well-spanked ass into her pussy and down her legs. She looked at Mal Ton while Fane dug in his goodie bag. Her body had just barely contained Mal Ton’s cock. How in the world was she going to take them both?

  Fane knelt behind her, his hand lightly stroking her ass. “I’ll do everything I can to make this easier, but I won’t lie to you. If you’ve never had your ass fucked before, it’s going to sting.”

  Fabulous! Fear crawled down her spine and lodged in her stomach.

  He ran his hand up her side and pressed a kiss to the small of her back. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

  “It’s probably better if I have realistic expectations.”

  Working his way downward, he rubbed her hips and brushed her tender skin with his lips. Her ass cheeks were warm, but his lips felt like hot little butterflies. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the soothing caresses, refusing to think too far ahead. He traced her bottom crack, reaching between her thighs to momentarily tease her pussy. Then he parted her cheeks with one hand and found her rear opening with the other. She tried not to tense, knew what he needed to do, but all this focus on her ass was unusual for her. Something pushed against her anus then slipped inside. The pressure was minimal.

  “What is that?” She caned her neck but couldn’t see exactly what he was doing.

  “Just lubricant. Relax.”

  A warm gush filled her back passage and she gripped the chair. It felt so much like a man coming that her body spontaneously squeezed the applicator. He slowly withdrew the tube and tingles trailed in his wake. That hadn’t hurt at all. He entered her with his finger, his way eased by the lube. It felt odd yet enticing, a forbidden pleasure rather than something to be endured.

  As his finger slid in and out, he reached around with the other hand and teased her clit. Her pussy clenched in on itself, accenting the penetration of his finger. She arched up to meet him helplessly as pleasure rushed toward climax.

  “Not yet,” he said again, and withdrew. The sensation sputtered out and she growled in protest.

  He pulled her up off the chair, then kicked it aside, drawing her back against his chest. Tangling his hand in her hair, he guided her head to the side. Why was he being so aggressive? His lips urged hers open and his tongue pushed into her mouth. All hesitation evaporated in a flash flame of desire. He held her face with one hand while his tongue explored.

  Dazed by the sudden change in his demeanor, she could do little more than return the kiss. A snarl escaped Mal Ton. She could hear him thrashing, but Fane wouldn’t release her. He caressed her boldly, cupping her breasts and stroking her belly.

  “Mine.” Mal Ton’s tone was so distorted she hardly recognized his voice.

  With a sudden jerk, she turned her face toward the bed. Mal Ton lay on his back, the sheet twisted around one calf. His hands were balled into fists and his gaze burned with mutant fire. He pumped his hips, drawing her attention to his massively erect cock.

  “We’re going to have to be creative,” Fane whispered. “If I fuck you now, he’ll tear the pipe right out of the wall.”

  Why had Fane waited so long? Because you dragged your feet every step of the way. Rather than letting the self-recrimination discourage her, she asked, “What should we do?”

  “Are you wet enough to get him inside you?”

  “I think so.”

  “Then give him what he wants.”

  She placed her hand on Fane’s upper arm and Mal Ton roared. “How will you control him if you’re not inside me?” The bed shook with the violence of Mal Ton’s struggle.

  “I’ll find a way.” He pushed her toward the bed. “Touch him. Kiss him. Soothe him.”

  Mal Ton’s struggle subsided somewhat as she crawled onto the bed. Her pulse throbbed in her ears. He wanted her, needed her so badly, just the promise of fulfillment calmed him. She ran her hands up his thighs and he arched into the caress. Fascinated by his uninhibited reaction, she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. He shuddered, his chest heaving. Had he been this big before?

  Moving with stealthy caution, Fane touched the back of her leg. Make room for my hand. Fane’s voice sounded inside her mind. I want to make sure you’re ready.

  She bent forward and circled Mal Ton with her tongue, shifting her position in one smooth movement. Mal Ton squeezed his eyes shut as she sucked him into her mouth. She recognized the salty, sharp taste. Passion, pleasure, fulfillment, his and hers together. Fane touched her gently. His fingers slid over her slick flesh and circled her clit.

  We only get one shot at this. Don’t let him come in your mouth.

  Pulling back slowly, she sucked on the very tip before letting him slip from her mouth. He huffed and bucked, demanding more. She swung her leg over and straddled his hips, rubbing her pussy against his cock.

  “Mine.” The word became a demanding litany as he repeated it over and over.

  Lean forward and give him your breasts while I establish a link.

  She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she rested her hands on either side of Mal Ton’s face and brought one of her breasts near his mouth. He reared up and latched on to her with enough force to make her gasp.

  Fane pushed his fingers into her pussy, thrusting carefully until her passage fluttered. His thumb brushed over her clit and she jerked.

  Can you come without making a sound? I don’t want him to realize I’m touching you.

  Won’t that waste energy? She wasn’t sure if Fane would hear her thought, but she was afraid to speak.

  He
’ll absorb the burst as long as your mouths are touching.

  She stroked Mal Ton’s face, careful to match her gasps to the movements of his mouth. Fane thrust faster and pushed deeper, his thumb finally giving her what she needed. The pleasure was heightened by the possibility of discovery.

  Her orgasm unfurled with gradual intensity. She clenched her teeth and embraced the pleasure, internalizing each deep spasm. A blazing pulse shot from Fane’s fingertips and sped up her spine. The sensation lodged in the back of her head like a grappling hook. She made a needful sound, part cry and part whimper.

  Mal Ton’s eyes flew open and he released her nipple. Before he could analyze the reason for her incongruous behavior, she pushed up and guided his cock to her entrance. He felt massive and hot in her hand. Would all this fit inside her?

  The mattress dipped subtly as Fane joined them on the bed. Mal Ton didn’t seem to notice. She stared into his burning gaze and lowered herself onto his shaft. Centimeter by blissful centimeter she took him into her body.

  Fane pressed against her back and cupped her breasts. Mal Ton snarled and tossed his head then went perfectly still, as if some unseen force had slammed him back against the bed.

  She’s your mate. I will not fuck her, but you must allow me into the meld.

  Mal Ton shuddered. The mutant light in his eyes dimmed then flared even brighter. If your cock touches her, you die!

  With effortless ease, Mal Ton shifted his hands through the cuffs, leaving the restraints dangling from the pipe. Holy shit! She plastered herself against Fane, trembling, but Mal Ton’s touch was gentle when his fingers found her thigh. He stroked her skin, working his way up to where their bodies were joined.

  So beautiful, he whispered in her mind, and she released her pent-up breath. Mal Ton caressed her mound and teased her clit while Fane rolled her nipples. So many sensations. Her head began to spin and she clutched Mal Ton’s sides with her knees. Tension gathered in her pussy, preparing for another release.

  Move! Fane urged.

  She wasn’t sure if the command had been for her or Mal Ton. Dragging herself almost off Mal Ton’s hardness, she paused, intending to go down slowly. He grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust to the hilt. She cried out more from surprise than the intimate impact. He braced his feet against the bed, thrusting deep with every stroke.

  Fane brushed his fingers down her spine and into the crack of her ass. He’d told Mal Ton he wouldn’t fuck her. So what was he…? His fingers pushed into her back passage and she cried out again. It hadn’t hurt—she was still slick with lube; she just hadn’t expected the forceful invasion. He matched Mal Ton thrust for thrust, stretching her even tighter.

  Mal Ton grasped her hair with one hand and brought her mouth down to his. He claimed her with his tongue, using the same demanding rhythm as his cock. She was utterly filled, surrounded, and overwhelmed. Fane’s fingers burned, the heat reaching deep into her body. Amber sparks danced in the air, prickling her skin as they showered her back and buttocks.

  Harder and hotter. She tore her mouth away from Mal Ton’s, panting harshly as he pounded into her. Fear tangled with the pleasure and she clenched her teeth.

  Don’t resist. Surrender or we will lose him.

  She took Mal Ton’s face between her hands and stared into his eyes. Desperation contorted his features. She refused to look away.

  He slammed into her mind. She welcomed him, saturating his fury with tenderness. He bared his teeth and bucked, rocking her against Fane’s hand. She squeezed her inner muscles as tight as she could and reality exploded.

  Mutant light burst through Mal Ton’s skin. Sparkling waves passed over him and spilled into her. It swirled around Fane’s fingers then flooded back into Mal Ton. Every pleasure synapse she possessed fired and she screamed in ecstasy. Mal Ton’s shout echoed off the walls as they clung to each other.

  Long moments later Fane carefully withdrew. The subtle movement launched a powerful aftershock and Lorelle sighed.

  “I should twist off your hand, you son of a bitch,” Mal Ton muttered. His eyes were heavy-lidded and bright teal again.

  “That son of a bitch just saved your life,” she objected.

  Fane chuckled and crawled off the end of the bed. “This just proves we were successful. Mal Ton is his charming self again.”

  Chapter Five

  Raising his face to the warm downpour, Mal Ton arched his neck and savored the sting of rain against his skin. The climate domes on Stilox protected its inhabitants from the elements, provided them with an environment suitable for existence, but little else. It never rained, never snowed. The wind was recycled and simulated.

  He tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside, spreading his arms as the rain pelted his torso. Lightning branched across the sky, followed instantaneously by a deafening crash of thunder. He laughed, exhilarated by the untamed energy evident all around him, grateful to be alive.

  “Looks like you’re feeling better?”

  Mal Ton’s inability to sense Fane’s approach was a testimony to Fane’s power. Mal Ton spent more time filtering out other people’s emotions than attempting to break through their mental shields.

  “Every muscle in my body aches and I’m still not sure what happened, but Ostan assures me I’ll recover.” He grabbed his shirt off the ground and ducked beneath the archway where Fane stood. “Thank you.”

  “Your thanks should go to Lorelle, not me.” Fane leaned his shoulder against the side of the archway and folded his arms over his chest. Lightning forked dramatically, the sudden flash of light accenting Fane’s high, hollow cheekbones.

  Mal Ton had heard stories about the leader of the Mutant Underground for years. It was only when a recent crisis brought them face-to-face that Mal Ton realized he had known Fane most of his life. Fane hadn’t been his name when Mal Ton knew him, which was why Mal Ton hadn’t made the connection until their unplanned reunion. Their shared past was a closely guarded secret. Fane had good reason for allowing the rest of the world to believe he was dead.

  “How is Lorelle?” Mal Ton asked, focusing again on the present. “She was still with Ostan when I left the clinic.”

  “She went to check on the others. Our newest guest has a hard time relaxing.”

  Unable to untangle the emotions knotting his gut, he settled for the obvious question. “Were her scans clean?”

  “The virus is already in remission. By tomorrow it will be completely bound.”

  Mal Ton let her image fill his mind. He didn’t need to close his eyes to see her in perfect detail, feel her moving over him while her gaze bore into his. The crisis was past. They’d vanquished the virus and his spontaneous shift, so why did he still hunger for her?

  He released the half-formed fantasy with a sigh. “Were you able to contact Andrea?”

  Fane nodded. “She insists her documentation regarding the genetic anomaly was never made public. She has no idea how Chancellor Howyn learned about their longevity.”

  How Howyn learned was not all that important. He knew and he obviously planned to incorporate the anomaly into his genetic arsenal. “What’s our next move? The fewer people who know about the humans, the better off they’ll be. Countless races would be anxious to get their hands on a group of women who don’t age.”

  “Sean is moving them to a safe house tomorrow. As you said, we can’t keep them here.”

  Mal Ton stiffened. There was no way in hell Lorelle was… Why should he care if she left? She meant nothing to him. Necessity brought them together for a series of intense encounters. There was nothing more to it than that.

  “And after the safe house?” He tried to sound casual and failed.

  “That’s up to them. I’ll discourage them from returning to Earth, but we have no right to keep them.” After a thoughtful pause, Fane said, “Ostan is sending Lorelle’s samples to Andrea.”

  “Why? You said the counteragent worked.”

  “It
did, but her DNA is still… evolving.”

  “What the hell does that mean?” Mal Ton faced his friend and scowled. “No one mutates that quickly.”

  “Not ordinarily.”

  “Just spell it out. I’m too tired to spar with you.”

  “Ostan couldn’t explain what’s happening to her. That’s why he’s asking for Andrea’s input.”

  “Has Lorelle developed new symptoms?” Some people temporarily mirrored a mutant’s abilities after they’d been intimate. Mutants had to be careful who they fucked.

  “She spontaneously learned Protarian. At first she could only understand it, now she is able to speak it fluently as well.”

  “Stranger things have happened. Is she in any danger?”

  “Ostan can’t be sure until her DNA stabilizes.” They lapsed into silence and watched the rain. After a few moments Fane asked, “How are you going to tell her?”

  “Tell her what?”

  Fane chuckled. “Denying it won’t make it go away. She’s your mate and we both know it.”

  “Seconds don’t have mates.”

  “You do,” Fane argued.

  The subject always made Mal Ton irritable. Stilox males with Type B sperm were considered inferior, worthy to fuck but not to be primary mates. Even his mutant abilities didn’t change the fact that he was a Second.

  “It makes no sense.” He shook his head so violently droplets of water went flying. “She’s human. How could she have triggered a soul bonding?”

  Fane shrugged and tried to hide his smile. “All I know is what I sensed and what I saw. When the inhibitor wore off you were not feral, you were in the grip of bonding fever. Lorelle is your mate.”

  Even as his brain rebelled against the concept his body ached for her. “That’s why you didn’t fuck her.”

  “You had to have energy, but there was no way I was going to interfere with a soul bonding.”

  Mal Ton scrubbed his face with both hands, too exhausted to process the full import of what Fane was saying. “You mistook her sexual frenzy for…”

  Fane slapped him on the back as he turned away. “Go see if you can continue these denials after you’ve touched her again.”